Her path is clear, and cluttered with more friends

Cassa awoke to her offspring demanding to be fed. Content she pulled them towards her, feeding her two newborn girls her milk under the watchfule gaze of the kobolds. Looking over, she commented: "It seems someone else will feed their offspring soon."
The short time it took to sate her babies they talked, before heading off, further towards the lair of Cassa's master. It wasn't long before they ran into trouble again though.

The mood of the forest shifted and they all clutched their weapons tightly. Shortly afterwards, a human male emerged from the bushes. His body was clad in a simple tunic, a leather armor with metal reinforcements over it. They waited to see what his intentions were and he started to talk, ignoring the kobolds in favor of Cassa: "My, what a fine woman you are."

The halfbreed shuddered mentall,y not in the mood to entertain a simpleton who thought words alone could win her. Without a demonstration of **** or wits she lacked interest. She thanked him for his compliment but as sure as night follows day, he asked: "Would you like to have some fun?"
"I don't think so. I have two newborn to take care of, i have other things on my mind right now." Cassa replied, hoping he'd leave, but instead he insisted: “Oh don’t be like that. You will love it.”
The minotaur steeled herself: "I said no!" He tried to bargain with her, trying to buy trade for the pleasure of her body, but Cassa was in no mood to give in and after some more back and forth he was convinced to leave her and her group alone.

The group went on, relieved to be able to leave that encounter behind them. Shortly afterwards, their senses still honed the group could sense something approaching them quickly. As they readied their weapons the undead Cassa had encountered a few days ago rushed towards the group, dashing between the trees, but as quickly as it had approached it also passed them without taking notice, seemingly going after the human they had encountered. It disappeared, going into the direction he left.

When noon came, they rested for a short while, the forest still but not as eerie as before.

Later, as dusk rose and they were tired of their travels, they could make out smoke and light of a fire nearby. Wary, they scouted the camp to find another group of kobolds, that eagerly joined them and together they rested, having faith in their numbers.

The next morning the group embarked, closing in on the lair of their master.