In the end, they didn't get around the tree in time. Leon and Silvereyes were gone, seemingly dragged off by the men from the forest. Dash didn't know either of them well, but he hoped they would be ok, silently praying to someone or something that they wouldn't get hurt. Also that Silvereyes wouldn't antagonise them; he was not going to be happy when he finally woke up.
"I'm sure you're right" Dash panted, finding Zathria's words somewhat reassuring. If she thought they would be ok, maybe they would be. He was also glad she planned to go after them, finding he really wanted to, despite the danger.
Andros joined them, not giving up despite not making it over the top of the tree. He seemed less sure about their companions' chances, but Dash had decided he would not hear it. At least Andros knew where to start, those otherworldly bronze eyes spotting tracks in the dirt.
"That's the way!" Dash gasped. Something seized him and he set off apace, trying to trace the tracks across the ground. It was like Andros said; they might not have long. They couldn't just stand around.
The young Padawan picked up the trail quicker than he expected, shouting to the others to follow in the fading light. He scurried along the grooves in the earth, tracing them through broken brush, over ridges and through hollows. After a while, the path turned sharply by a big tree who's exposed roots were worn by booted feet, and flecked with blood. A light - firelight - flickered in the distance between the trees - their camp!
Dash bounded forward, not stopping to catch his breath. This had to be it, if he could just get closer, to the perimeter, get a good look between the trees, then they could-
He stumbled, tripping over a rope line hidden in the evening shadows. The ground fell away as he tumbled down a steep incline, reaching out for handholds but finding none there. There was nothing to stop him as he rolled and fell down the hillside, his momentum carrying him into the very centre of the tribesman's camp.
Too slowly, he came to, seeing most of the grizzled warriors huddled and shouting over the far side of the clearing. But they were noticing him now, turning, roaring with incredulity.
He rolled over to get away and came face to face with a terrifying looking woman who stopped him dead.
He was in the clutches of a Sayorami witch.
Dice roll: 16/20 for forest navigation
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