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Myth pauses the words of a spell at the back of his throat, "What was that?"
More leaves rustle as whatever it was begins to creep away...Do you follow?
Myth casts Improved Invisibility and begins to follow whatever it was that made the sound.
Seraphim hears the noise, sees Myth disappear, and then quickly follow suit, although she did not have Greater Invisibilty, so hers is just regular Invisibility.
As you follow, you catch glimpses of orange and black. A tiger perhaps, but too large. Maybe a dire tiger. It is crouching in the brush about 50 feet from you, Myth.
It seems the Druids are aware of our presence already.
Myth will pause in place as he does not trust his spell against the nose of such a fearsome beast following on foot.
He casts Mage Armor and Fly on himself keeping his eyes on the Beast as he casts.
The beast sniffs the air, and then bolt off through the underbrush. Birds begin to take flight and circle in the air above your location. More birds join in until the sky is thick with beating wings.
Suddenly a man walks out from behind a tree not 30 feet from you. "Are the hell knights now sending conjurers to do their dirty work for them? I always knew they were cowards deep in their core. Only cowards consort with fiends." The man is dressed in simple rough spun clothes, and carries a staff in one hand. The top of the staff is a gnarled ball of roots and a soft green light emanates from within that ball. "I may not be able to see you, but I can smell you. You stink of Palin's Cove, that blight on the land. You will not escape so easily this time."
Myth lifts into the air with his fly spell.
"You are mistaken Druid. We have come here to investigate the Order and seek allies against them. Perhaps you could be such allies..."