The mountain path had been stomped clear by the passing of adventurers. Though it had been worn clear the sunlight trickled through the trees to cast a web of shadows on the ground. Rich, green ferns grew sparsely along the path; they rustled with the leaves as the breeze carried though the mountain peaks. - - - - “Sister,” he shuffled through a bag of various elixirs and potions. Pulling out several healing potions he handed them to the girl, “Go and take these to the green skins. They will need their strength if the centaurs return.” - - - -