Adam began reinforcing his makeshift bridge with vines while he watched MacKensie and Zell cross it. It might have been overkill, but overkill was better than an actual person being killed because he wasn't careful. The swordsman, however, apparently did not share the Druid's sentiment in this regard, as Zell looked over the edge of the death pit and proceeded to almost fall into it. A combination of a little anger and concern arose in the red-eyed man as he started to prepare a spell, but MacKensie was quicker and she was able to save the armored man. Certainly impressive on her part; the woman had displayed her ability to use this new weaponry ability (magic? superpower? whatever it was) earlier and it seemed like she had quickly mastered it.
James' reaction was a much more vulgar approximation of what had been in the Druid's head earlier. His heart was in the right place, which made Adam trust him more with strategic decisions. Heck, the man's decision earlier to charge forward had proven to be correct. Maybe he could-
Just then, MacKensie interrupted his thoughts with news of half-eaten corpses and overgrown flies in the rightmost passage. Definitely not going there, the man thought. He was grateful somebody was taking all of this seriously, as Zell certainly wasn't. His life gets saved and he jokes about it? Yeah, James wasn't going to be the only one to give him a few words of advice today. That would have to wait though, as Lillianna saying the left path wasn't a good one and then proceeding to talk to herself seemed to be more of an immediate concern. What was that all about?
"Ok, so one of the dead spirits here just let me know there is a small pack of direwolves coming from the south. I don't care if I sound crazy, and I don't know if these wolves followed us here or are from here already, but we need to get ready for an attack from our rear.
Now."
"Right, the 'Spirit Magic' you mentioned. I was wondering what that was about." Adam's tone in his response indicated that he didn't find the idea of being told by a ghost that they were in danger of being attacked crazy at all. "Well, I should-"
MacKensie accidentally spoke at the same time, suggesting he destroy the bridge.
"Do exactly that, yes" the man continued with a chuckle. Great minds thought alike, he supposed.
"I've got work to do. Be smart, everyone. This last, he said while looking directly at Zell. That was all the attention he could spare the swordsman for now; blocking the path that monsters could use to attack the team seemed like the higher priority. True to that purpose, Adam went to the bridge and began the process of dismantling it. First, he would attempt to remove any supplemental vines that were there, the smaller plants being easier to manipulate. Then, if that succeeded, the man would try to pull the trees out of the ground, one at a time. This would take somewhat more focus and concentration, as the Druid had purposely given them strong root systems so they could carry the weight of humans while being horizontal. If this worked, the nature manipulator would join his group again, ready to help as needed, whether it be with navigating the Hillocks or fighting the creatures within it.