I expect at least one of them to scoff but Blossom nods instead, Fleur rubbing her upper arm with her free hand, the other still clasped firmly by the halfling.

"I've been thinking the same thing." The rogue releases the elf and scurries to the nearest tree. But, as her dagger hovers, instead of carving into the wood she chooses to hack at the rock next to it, her rusting blade digging a clearly visible X into the stone. She backs away, nods to it. "Let's find out if we're ...