"We're going where?!" Trixie exclaimed. Her skin was already crawling.
Though Trixie had often traversed them, she had always felt unsettled by the forest in general. Ever since that strange ritual Lamya had used to bestow some of her power on Trixie, the hobgoblin had made a point to avoid the section of forest blanketed by that sinister mist that clung stubbornly to the gnarled limbs of twisted trees.
"I know you heard what I just said," Jacoby scolded. "Stop making a fuss and let's get on our way so we can be done with it."
"What sort of task is this anyway?!" Trixie wondered impatiently as Jacoby seized her by the elbow and started towing her deeper into the woods. She could already hear the cacophony of disembodied voices assailing her.
"Apparently, some sort of secret rendezvous will be occuring there," Jacoby stated. "Her majesty has requested that we eavesdrop or intercept as necessary."
