As my acrobatic atronach flashes out of existence and my wife helps me loot the scorched spriggan, I’m starting to rethink the wisdom of staying in this place. Traipsing around in a dense forest while following a trail that’s leading us into a narrow ravine filled with dangerous enemies seems like a very bad idea.
Individually, spriggans are enough of a challenge. But as nature spirits, they have the uncanny ability to compel wild animals to fight on their behalf. I doubt we’ve been lucky enough to slaughter the only resident cave bear — or the only spriggan, for that matter. Given that, I’m not feeling especially confident about our chances.
As I pull out my hunting knife and bend down to start butchering the bear, I mention my concerns to my wife. She pauses for a moment, then straightens up and looks around.
“It’s starting to get dark,” she mentions casually.
Surprised, I look around as well, but as far as I can tell the light hasn’t changed since we got here. I can clearly see our trail through the tall grass, plus the colour of the wildflowers, the detail on our armour, the leaves on the branches, and the shimmer of water through the trees. In short, I have no idea what Jenassa’s talking about. My expression of bewilderment must be plain on my face, because when I turn to look at her in utter confusion, she smiles.
“It’s easier to tell if you look up through the trees,” she says. “In fact, if you were to stand on that fallen log over there, you’ll see what I mean.”
Shading my eyes, I look up in the direction she’s pointing. There’s indeed a fallen log that bridges the top of the ravine. It’s a bit of a hassle to get there, but once I’m up on the log, I can see it right away.