As soon as it was starting to get convincing, hopeful, even, it was gone. "More messing about with our heads," he sighs, offering a hand to Wrathion, "and if whatever's responsible can make us see stuff that isn't there, we can't trust anything we're seeing." Now he's taking another look at the scenery. Trying to see if anything had changed since he last saw it.

"Might be worth walking single file, and sweeping the ground as we go." It would slow them down, but so would spraining an ankle. If the forest kept to that level of mayhem.