This mage doesn't stand a chance against this alcohol. They way these Dwarfs brew their alcohol, it's a very unique process. It takes year to develop a pint of liquor for themselves they have a strong taste for liquor. Regardless of that though, I give the Mage credit. It takes a lot of courage to bad mouth dwarven brew liquor. Hey if he wants to try out the liquor. Go ahead I'm not going to stop him, I can at least warn him. " Stop this now!. We have to keep a clear mind while we are out here, someone or something was here before us. I can't tell what it is. The footprint's are of something I've not yet incountered. That could be a bunch of things, I've heard that this world has Monks. Never ran into one of them. I don't know what they are!, maybe y'all can identity the footprint's.". I'm honestly surprised that I've asked with identify the tracks left behind. They followed behind me while I led them to the tracks I've founded, they both examined the tracks. The Dwarf started scratching his head out of confusion." These prints are not of my people. The print's don't match us, these people are barefoot. Secondly dwarven people are naturally heavy footed people, the depth of these footprints. Don't match mine. I've been a dwarf my whole life I'll put my alcohol on it!.". Well I know now that it's not a dwarf who are in these woods, I do know that Dwarfs dont live in the woods. The Mage spoke up with confusion as well. " Jim!. This isn't a Mage either, it's clearly not a Mage. No Mage is barefoot. We are the most intelligent class of people, if their is a Mage who is barefoot. Show me one!". Well that rules out three types, so that gave me nothing to go off of. I may have been on my own for a long time." Let's return back to the carriage. We well set up camp next to the carriage, at least make a fire in front of it. We can use it for coverage. Y'all go and tell them the rest what is happening!". As they headed off to the carriage, I examined the footprint one last time. Went back to the carriage. While walking bout the carriage, I started to say another prayer. I would've prayed with the mage as with as the Dwarf. It just didn't come to my mind." Oh. Lord!, give us the strength we need to make to journey safely. I know that these people have bad mouth you too many times, I also no that you are a forgiving God. Lend us the patience for us oh Lord!. Amen!". These woods seem very different than the others, something seems very odd. I pulled out a map that I acquired since my training with Adamsin. Even though this map is over twenty years odd, so what is this place. How come this forest isn't showing on the map?, maybe Adamsin forgot to add it before his death. I keep scanning the map. Maybe my vision has become dull over the years, I put the map away. They already are very suspicious of me already. Even though I've opened up to them, I don't know what else to do. The carriage was surrounded by the party. My baby girl was playing patty cake with my wife to pass the time, Eten must be feeling much better. Seeing how she was helping the party with seeing up camp. The camp was going along great, my daughter quickly ran over to me. Hugging my leg. Blood is no longer in the air. That is a great bing for us, I'm glad that I took some of meat from the Bolf. That meat will give us strength until the next day. I should have gotten more meat from the animal, I was in a time crunch. The past is the past. For now on I have to stay focused on the future, these people depend on me. I have a family to worry about. I dropped down to a knee began a fire with the left over sticks I carried from the first fire. It's not enough amount of fire wood for the whole night, so after an hour I well go into the woods again. Eten layed next to my wife. She has grew very close to her, that's a great thing it will keep her mind off of things. The less she remembers about the screams of Daragain the better for her well-being. The dwarf and the mage were at it again about the liquor. I would love to intervene, but tis too funny. " I'm telling you. My resistance spell is strong enough to cure dragon poisoning, so this well have nothing on it!.". The Dwarf was tired of him running his mouth. So he pulled out a small shot glass made out of wood, " well let's get the party started. If you can survive it. Then I will give you the recipe how on to make it!". So here we are in the middle of a forest that I have no idea actually existed, watching a Mage and Dwarf having a drink off. Before the Mage was poured a drink the dwarf had downed two shots already. He is trying to trick the Mage, maybe what he drinked wasn't liquor. That could be. " So you mind if I hold the bottle?". The bottle must have weighed about pound and half, it was a twist off top. I can feel the liquid moving around in the bottle. I took a whiff of the alcohol, I can feel my noise hair being burned. I placed the bottle back into the hands of the Dwarf. Before the competition could start, a small figure was approaching us. A small elf come out of the woods. What is an elf doing alone out here?, I wanted to ask it a question. " Is that you sister!?". His voice was very shaky.