It had been exactly one month since Muffins had terrorized the town and things were finally getting back to normal. There were new jobs to be taken (even if they still were slow to come), new adventures to have, and plenty of exiting yet likely violent memories of the guild hall to be made. On this fine after noon Elliott was just finishing his latest trap. it was a simple on but an effective one none the less, a Pitfall. He had dug it down the road from the guild a decent ways, right under the big oak tree so a pile of leaves wouldnt be as suspicious. When he was done he climbed up into the tree to wait, hoping the trap would work.