A stroll through the glade of heads on poles.
With one last look around, the three travellers urge their mount's forwards. They have taken no more than a couple of steps when a voice barks out from the shadows of the forest across the clearing somewhere ahead of you.
"Go back. You will get trouble this way! We learn you only one warning!"
The words are snapped and clipped, and somewhat difficult to understand. It doesn't help matters any that the language being used is obviously not the speaker's own tongue. As for the speaker, the pitch of the voice suggests someone, or something of smaller stature.
Casparen: [sblock]Up ahead, maybe 20 feet into the trees (so about 100 feet from you in total) on the far side of the clearing, you catch a glimpse of the outline of one, no two small (perhaps 3 feet high) humanoid figures. They are well hidden amoung the trees, and well covered.[/sblock]