Clover stayed close to Lilith. This was a part of the forest that she had never been too, which was usually the most exciting, intriguing experience ever. But something felt...dark about this place. Foreboding. She would never admit it, but this part of the forest scared her.

*Sarrai'a continued forward, the exhilaration of having a pack and being out on a mission driving her forward with a feeling of happiness that she had not felt in quite along time.*

With Sarrai'a far ahead now, Lilith cautiously led the the rest of the group through the forest at a moderate pace. Honestly, she was a little worried about Sarrai'a getting lost, but after seeing the girl turn into a werewolf, she assumed that the elf would be able to sniff her way back to the group. What Lilith was more worried about is that Sarrai'a would run into whatever was causing the woodsman trouble, and that her explosive personality would cause her to attempt to fight the thing by herself. Regardless of how Sarrai'a appeared to be, fighting on one's one was currently a big no no for Lilith...especially since she had yet to gauge anyone's abilities yet. Losing someone this fast would seriously cause trauma.

There was plenty of evidence that there was something that wasn't supposed to be here, if you knew the area. Some of the larger trees looked like they had been pushed to the ground while the smaller trees look like they had been snapped in half. Something large and ominous was in the area, and Lilith was starting to get chills. She tried not to let her uneasiness show since she was supposed to be a leader and how would the team's moral last if their leader was a weak pushover?

Clover looked at the carnage in terror. Something was destroying these poor trees! She could see her Sisters, huddling around their home trees, hiding themselves behind a veil that mortal creatures could not peer through. They were praying, calling out to the goddess for help as they tried to coax new life to their homes.

She had to do something. Now she knew that this...thing, whatever it was, was not meant to be in the forest, and she no longer had any worry about stopping it.

"That talking skull was probably just in my head wasn't it! Why am I even walking down this stupid path anyways"

*He mumbles as he walks down the path kicking rocks along the way*

Drek takes a moment to take in his surroundings. He wandered over to a tree that had been snapped in half and ran his finger along the tear, inspecting the shredded and splintered wood. He stands there for a moment, deep in thought, before turning back to the group.

"I think that there's rats around here somewhere. We should all be cautious."

*While traveling at through the forest Sarrai'a saw the carnage around and slowed down and began to sniff the air and listen very carfully for anything that may be around that could have caused this destruction.*

"What in the world?" a voice came down from above, before a figure in red dropped down in front of Drek from out of one of the few trees with the fortune to still be standing. It was a young man, at least in his mid twenties, with long brown hair, dressed in an old, frayed, hooded coat of faded red. Swinging from his right arm was a sling containing what looked like a simple woodcutting ax, the wood of its shaft the same color as his coat. What was remarkable, however, was the horns.

Well, not really horns. Upon closer inspection the pair of short, stag like horns that pushed themselves up out of his forehead and snake their way around the sides of his skull, cradling it like a helmet, were actually made of wood. The same type of wood, in fact, as the shaft of his ax. From the base of these wooden horns what looked like a root system snaked its way under his skin, down his face and neck, to disappear beneath the collar of his coat.

And this freak had the nerve to look Drek over like he was the weird one. This look extended to the rest of the group, complete befuddlement plastering his face before it lit up with realization. "Wait, are you guys a guild? They actually sent somebody out?"

Lilith perked her head up and smiled at the man.

"Yes, hello, we're from the guild just north from here!" She beamed, trying to make a good impression, "We heard you were having some problems with creatures inhibiting your ability to work by causing destruction around the area and killing some of your livestock. Is there anything you'd like us to help with?"

*Sarrai'a after traveling a little bit further decides it would be best to wait for the others to catch up, and stops where she is onguard just in case something tried to ambush her*

*Elras continues to mumble to himself as he makes it to the fallen tree over the river*

"Huh? Maybe that skull wasn't just in my head, it looks like at least someone has been past here. I guess i'm not losing my mind after all"

*he proceeds to cross the river and continues down the path*

Clover looked at the man with awe. Deer-kin? Elk-kin? Whatever he was, he seemed to be much more in-tune with the forest than she had thought he would be. The antlers made her trust him more, and she no longer felt the need to stand behind the witch. She stepped forward slightly to see the woodsman better.

The man smile wide. "Well how do you like that?" He said, extending a hand to Lilith with seeminly no reservation about her age. "Name's Cliver. I'm sort of the camps unofficial hatchet man, pun intended. We were beginning to think no one would show up, so I got antsy and figured I'd head out and try to take care of this myself. I'm glad you guys showed up though. Truth be told this might be beyond me, aye? But, seeing as I'm already here and all what would you say to adding another ax to your party?"

Lilith took the man's hand and shook it firmly, liking his spirit. He gave off an air that he could take care of himself, so Lilith found it reassuring that they'd have another person to depend on.

"Well, truth be told, today was the first day we had enough members to actually accept any requests in the last six months," she admitted, scratching the back of her head in minor embarrassment, "I would have been the only one to assist you yesterday, and I'm not sure that would have been much help. To be honest, our guild building is in less than perfect state, and we were wondering if we could receive some lumber in return for helping you out."

Clover smiled and waves at the man. He seemed nice!

"Hello! My name is Clover! I am not really a part of the guild yet, I have yet to sign a contract, but I am here to help, too!"

Drek, stunned by the sudden appearance of this horned man, stands motionless for a good while before leaning in with a warm handshake.

"Drekven Emmerich, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Sky was standing behind Drek slightly, having more cloak troubles. Usually she wasn't around people, and didn't particularly need the cloak, so it was still a struggle for her. She peers out from behind Drek with her big eyes. She had never seen something like the creature before them ever. He didn't appear to be the kind her old home would welcome, which made her partly cautious but mostly thrilled.

*Elras hears chatter in the distance and picks up the pace*

"They all left without me didn't they"

*he mumbles to himself*

"Lumber? Lady, I'll talk with the boss and get you as much as you need. If we take this thing out I'll personally cart it out there and repair the place myself. It killed all our pigs! Do you have any idea what it's like to live with a bunch of rowdy lumberjacks that haven't had bacon in a month?" He says jovially while taking Dreks hand and giving it a firm and hearty shake. He turns to offer the same to Clover, and then...

There's a flash of recognition as the man realizes exactly what she is. He flinches. For just the barest moment his mood falters and he looks at the girl as though he were extending his arm into the waiting mouth of some smiling crocodile. Then, like a passing dream, the moment is gone and his arm is fully extended. "Pleased to meet ya, Clover."

Clover reached up, and took his hand, shaking it. She had never shaken a hand before, and she hoped she was doing it right. Little to no pressure was put on the man's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Cliver!"

She seemed not to have noticed his change in attitude.