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As the warm smells and cozy weight of his blanket faded away, he awoke with a jolt. Still hidden within a bush was Cfgyhance, having now recovered from the fetid poison from the spider hidden below the squirrel-kin fyelings’ base. It was darker than before and this was not helped by the canopy of trees that already choked out the sunlight from this part of the Druffmar forest, but Cfgyhance’s eyes could see well enough in the dark. The gnome raised himself from the ground, his leg still stiff from the wound that was given to him. Once he got to his feet, he proceeded to make sure that he had everything with him. His red hat had been left on the ground, likely falling off during his feverish sleep. Scooping it up and brushing off the leaves, he placed his hat back on his head, straightening the point of crushed red velvet to a peak, only to have it slump back down to its natural curve. Flashes of the nightmarish vision he saw within his dreams jumped into his mind. Visions of his village on fire, rabid squirrel-kin slaughtering, and his loved ones lying on the ground, blood seeping into the thirsty dirt. He shook his thoughts clear and turned to exit the bush. Slowly and silently, he crept through the holly leaves, careful not be pricked by them. The forest was silent outside of the chilling breeze that swept through the tops of the trees, rustling the leaves and creaking the branches as they swayed. Cfgyhance sniffed deep, using his well honed nose, but could not smell anything other than the scent of dirt and moss. No squirrel-kin were around, despite this being where the tracks led to. The discoveries he had made in the makeshift huts were beyond disconcerting. With the amount of weapons and supplies tucked away there, the squirrel-kin could send a raiding party large enough and well equipped to wipe their village out. An army like this had not been heard of in any other Gnomish villages, but Cfgyhance felt a sinking suspicion that his village would be the first. / He was now back in the center of the makeshift base of the squirrel-kin, which was still empty. Even when he entered the hut he first went into, the chittering noise of the spider below was silent as well. He a noticed a new set of prints, a large group marching in formation with the familiar tale tale sign of spears and shields being dragged along. There were also strange prints like that of deep spikes being driven into the ground, it looked there were eight to a set. This sent his mind back to the large spider and the nest room below ground he had stumbled into. Hurriedly he made for the exit, pausing as he passed a banner stuck into the ground. The tattered cloth bearing the black mark of Darkoak Brier, a rogue squirrel-kin thought to be taken hold of by some dark evil. / “Perhaps it was he who corrupted these fyelings here” thought Cfgyhance. He tore down the banner and began on his way out of the makeshift base on the fastest route to his village....

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