As you move deeper into the forest, the wilderness quickly swallows all trace of civilization. Pushing through a dense patch of undergrowth, you came upon a dark and tangled grove. The scent of death strikes you.

Archery damage must be assigned to allies, if able.

In the grove, the fleeing traitors lie slain, pierced by poisoned arrows. As you search the pain–wracked corpses for the body of their leader, the ominous echo of drums begins to sound among the trees. You desperately begin to retrace your steps from the woods, lest the fate of the traitors becomes your own.