[P] Calarel is hesitant.

Calarel struggles to her feet, arms still bound in front of her.

“Yes, thank you.” She looks at the man suspiciously. “I am Calarel of the Grove.”

“I kinda figured you were one of those elves. It’s dangerous out here you know.”

“Yes, I think I just learned that first hand.”

“Virgins are rare. This place will eat you up.” He smiles and there’s something frightening behind his eyes.

“Well, thank you. I’ll be going.” Calarel begins to walk away, making sure to keep her eyes on him.

“Wait now, don’t you want to know if you’re lost?”

“From a plant?” Calarel stops in her tracks. Could a plant impregnate her? Is that possible?

“The vines here spread by breeding a host.”

Calarel subconsciously touches her stomach with one of her hands. “How can you tell if I am?”

“Come back with me to my cabin, I know a little magic.”

[GM: roll caution again. | P: 15.]