“Everyone up!” Connor was yelling, “Up and out! It’s almost run out!”
“What?” Callindra had sprung to her feet in her smallclothes and was looking around with her naked sword in her hand.
“When the spell stops this is going to become a wooden model again.” He explained as though to an infant, “I would have thought that would be perfectly obvious.”
“Oh god’s balls.” Reed gulped, grabbing his things and running toward the door.
The others were slower to respond, Vilhylm pausing to grab the last loaf of bread off the table and Alanna trying to pull on her clothes. Callindra had already exited the front door when Alanna was ejected forcibly, obviously having been thrown out half clothed and Connor was running on her heels. The instant he left the door, the structure seemed to twist around itself in an unsettling way and was abruptly the crude wooden model in the center of a perfectly round area of cleanly swept ground.
“That was too close.” Connor mused, scratching at a healing burn scar on his forehead.
“Connor.” Callindra said calmly, ignoring Alanna’s furious shouts as she tried to pull her skirts down from where they were tangled about her body. “Next time you should tell us all the details before something like this. We could have been killed when that spell ended.”
“Oh.” He blinked a few times and adjusted his strange glasses on his nose. “Right. I should have thought of that.” He took a few steps around the perimeter of their camp, inspecting the line and making notes.
Callindra performed an abbreviated Korumn to stretch her muscles and shake off the last of her lethargy while the others set about getting a brief breakfast. She was dimly aware that Vilhylm was complaining about the bread having vanished the moment he had walked out of the magical inn. Her body and mind were in tune with the winds that gently moved through the grass and around the small copse of trees nearby.
She could feel the eddies as they swirled about the tree trunks, through the branches and over small pits that were covered with thin twigs and leaves. The breezes found ropes tied like giant rabbit snares, logs suspended in place with small sticks as triggers.
Her eyes snapped open and she called to the others, “This entire grove is full of traps and snares.” She said quietly, “Although this is dangerous, it’s also a sign that there are living people here. Taken don’t make traps.”
“If we set them all off getting through won’t we make them vulnerable?” Reed asked as they walked up to one of the crude traps. Despite its rough construction, when he peered through the thin wooden poles that covered the pit there were several bodies of Taken on the bottom impaled on thick wooden spikes.
“Looks like they’re certainly needed.” Vilhylm said wryly. “Reed, can you make it through without setting them off?”
“He’s not going alone.” Alanna said just as Callindra was opening her mouth to say the same thing.
“You can’t come with.” Reed said.
“I’m coming.” Callindra said, in a voice that brooked no argument. “The rest of you stay here and guard our backs. Signal if you see anything coming.”
“No offense, but you’ll only slow me down.” Reed said slipping around the pit trap and into the trees.