With the spiked log finally taken care of, May eased down to the ground slowly and carefully, keeping an eye out for further traps. Nothing set off her senses, though, and she made it down with no trouble. "I can make it a little longer, and I don't like being herded into one place for the night. But at least we know that the immediate area is trap-free, and who's to say that we won't make it another half-mile only to run into something worse?"

"What, you just want to stick around for whoever set the traps to come see what they caught?" Jon asked.

"Well, I don't want to camp out right under the Porcupine Log of Death, if that's what you mean. But this might not be the only set of traps. I'm game with either option, and I can scout ahead a bit if we decide to keep moving. What about everyone else?"