[All's quiet for the first little bit of their journey, as the bulk of the spirit horde seems intent on the town square. But of course, that doesn't last forever.
In the background of their conversation, there's a sound like brush moving. But there's no crunching of leaves, no snapping of twigs, so surely it can't be anything coming toward them? It isn't a regular noise with a rhythm, just every so often a rustling of branches. Always near.]
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In the background of their conversation, there's a sound like brush moving. But there's no crunching of leaves, no snapping of twigs, so surely it can't be anything coming toward them? It isn't a regular noise with a rhythm, just every so often a rustling of branches. Always near.]