Moving in silently, the squadron that Clark had become part of did not show any signs of fear. Instead, they made sure to show that they were more than ready. The elves with daggers in hand were prepared to leap in to any battle. The archers had their arrows ready to be drawn back in a single breath if need be.
This seriousness only escalated as one elf at the font stopped everyone. They knelt to the ground and began fiddling with a small pile of leaves from all the dead sunlight oaks.
'Poison needle trap- uncommon
This poison needle trap was created so that those that stepped on it would be pierced by needles. The springs in the trap will cause the needle to shoot up out of the ground and pierce the foot. From there, poison from various sources will be injected.
The poison vial within this uses the demonic monster potion created using the cursed demon blood and a dark bat. To disarm this trap…'
