INT Fail Phycomid Cave

The cave maw stretched widely, but quickly tapered as one entered the cavity. Havilah treaded carefully, noting that there were some bear traps nearby, but not in the direction of the Phycomid scent.

The patrol catches her tracks and behind to sneak in as they return. In tandem they grapple Havilah, caught off guard over the Phycomid, who begins to struggle, afraid of screaming after spotting the traps. Using her enchanted curls she strangles one in the eye, who then shouts, “fuck this, over here, grab her!” He nearly loses his grip on the waif, while the other firmly grabs her, holding her head above a bear trap. Then the wounded one lifts her lithe frame and shoved it closer to the pressure plate with his muddy blood caked boots on her now bedraggled curls.

“Got funny hair, pretty but reeks of fey magiks, easier to kill a witch than to sell one. Could just butcher this one, got a nice hind leg and trotters.”

The grunted to each other, one held tight the other began to push downwards…