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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Inez Hull" data-source="post: 1544326" data-attributes="member: 5114">As Artos leads the company down the game trail everyone has their eyes peeled for danger. The wyd is quite beautiful and the foliage sparse enough that you all have fair visibility for at least 100' ahead of you at most times. Regardless of the serene backdrop and the pleasantly warm sun which has reached its zenith overhead, nerves run tense and cold sweat trickles down backs. However when a threat eventually comes it is in the most unexpected of places.As Artos leads the party around a bend in the trail his attention focused firmly ahead, he notices something in the grass underfoot just as he is about to set his foot down. He desperately throws his weight to the side and falls over with a crash and a whoosh of air expelled from his lungs. The company is instantly at arms and scrambling for cover or a sign of a foe. Artos gets to his feet and calls for calm. As the company gathers around he picks a fallen branch from the ground and stabs it into the patch of grass he had been walking through. A metallic clang and the crack of splintering wood resounds. Artos bends down to retrieve a now sprung bear trap and you all see a shiver run up his spine as he realises that he came within inches of losing his foot. The irony of the huge, shaggy, bear-like man almost falling victim to a trap intended for his ursine cousins is lost on no one.</blockquote>