Liksa moves ahead, the others doing their best to stealthily follow. Heading south, the halfling notices a faint trail departing to the left, northeast, from the one they took in, heading away from the site, an alternate route which should lead towards the main road.
As the group prepares to round the northwestern corner of the keep's dry moat, with the intent of passing south along the western flank, they spot a single hiexel tree, surrounded by fallen branches piled deep around the roots, guarding the corner, almost within reach of the nearby forest. Some leaves cling stubbornly to the branches, in ignorance of the fact that they are long brown and lifeless. Liksa is a stones throw ahead, with Kelwan followed by Sparrowhawk and Stor. The first warble of an early rising bird, strangely alone, breaks the morning silence.
As Liksa appreaches the shaggy-barked hiexel tree, she hears something moving within the tangle of branches. She is about fifteen or twenty feet from the tree, about sixty feet ahead of her friends, and about the same distance from the dry-moat ahead and to her left, and the forest trees directly to her right.