Once the Knight was on the floor boards again and words of thanks left her lips he simply replied "Of course." The axe was slowly, carefully swung around to rest on his back so via strap so he could have both hands free. A nod in thanks to Rowan was given before his attention was given to the rest of the hut they stood in. A Red brow rose slowly and a confused look crossed his face. His facial expression soon morphed into one of concern and worry. "That was caused by rot, but its only on the floor." The thumped the wall once with his fast as a test. Not to hard just a tap to see if it was sturdy. "And doesn't seem to be anywhere else?"

The Berserker growled. he disliked traps especially the one Naia encountered. "Should find the others, regroup. Something feels off." he was speaking more to Rowan now while Naia drank the potion. "Or at least make sure the others didn't stumble into a potential trap like we did." That was his suggestion to the Shoebill since his Ranger took off with the other Scout. He was hoping the connection between Ranger and Companion worked in a way that allowed him to find each other quicker, to sense where the other was.

"...Whoever lives here is a jerk," Emma concludes aloud once she musters the poise to make the trek on over to where Woten, Rowan, and Naia are located. "Taking such horrible care of your house is...well, horrible. Are you okay with...just that potion, Naia? Or do you need healin'? Also, I can paint up some...ehehe, scapegoats to help check for broken stuff...probably. They might look...kinda ugly." Her head is still a bit woozy.

"Thank you." Rei said to Seti as she dusted herself off. Her cheeks were flushed a bit with embarrassment over falling for such an obvious trap. Her parents were probably cringing from the afterlife. "Let's just agree this never happened, okay?" she shot Seti a wink and then glanced back towards the hut where the others were gathered. "These traps could have been a lot worse. They're meant to discourage, not kill."

Fortunately, the potion was enough to put Naia back on her feet, though not without leaving her ankles stiff and sore. She was still capable of walking, but running or dodging might be a little more difficult and painful. Indeed, it seemed that the purpose behind these traps was more leaning towards causing harm than killing, but to what end? Who would devise such an obvious beacon that might lure would-be treasure hunters and mystery solvers, yet construct traps to maim those that would venture that way.

Woten's strike on the hut confirmed that the structure was indeed sound, quite sturdy, even, despite both the wear and poor craftsmanship. Even the wooden rafters and farming seemed well enough, despite the rot in the floorboards.

Flashed Rowen a pained expression which was quickly easing as she was brushed off and helped up and the potion took effect. "If you do not mind, my avian friend, I will lean on you." a hand on the bird's back. Emma was hurt and Shamus was helping her. Woten would need his hands free. Rowen was at least a steady thing to lean on. As long as he stood still. With the other hand, she flipped open the book that had been hard earned at the cost of her ankle and sighed deeply. It was empty. Flicking through the pages, she even held a couple up to the light "Of course, it seems whoever is laying traps is doing so with subtle lures." Despite it's emptiness she put the book into her bag. It would serve as a reminder or sorts.

"Let us catch up with the others, we will need to rely on each other to avoid other potential traps. Everyone keep your eyes open, it may not be on the ground, it might be above as well. We'll need to be aware." Pocketing any other remnants of her fall, the woman would use Rowen to keep herself steady and move to rejoin Seti and Rei. Along the way, smiling faintly at Emma "The healing potion has done its work, I will have to thank Kashto when I return. If you are able, perhaps painting a few things to precede us along the path. Rei and Seti will be able to scout for us, but it might help her as well to have.. I suppose scapegoats might be accurate enough."

When they gained the other two, Naia would smile at Rei, while she hadn't seen what had befallen the girl she would reach out a hand to pat her on the shoulder "It appears you have had as fun a time as myself. Let us all move ahead with care, if you both wouldn't mind taking up the lead and searching. I will fall to the rear with my friend here." indicating Rowen "Woten, if you stay in the middle with Shamus and Emma I think we should have ourselves pretty evenly distributed. I think it is safe to say that we are either dealing with one individual who is adept in traps as well as illusions, or perhaps two who split the work. Either way, our path ahead is going to need to be careful and meticulous." If everyone was in agreement, as soon as Emma had finished making scapegoats to help Rei and Seti, they could take off toward the illusion Rei had seen.

Shamus smiled and was relieved to have the mighty Woten nearby to keep he and Emma safe. He was doubly glad that Naia had not come into any serious harm and seem to be recovering well from her fall. His current concern now was Emma, as he quickly went back to making sure that the still somewhat dizzy witch was not overexerting herself so soon.

"Are you sure you are up to making the scapegoats, Emma? Maybe you should rest until we come across another suspect place, give you more of a breather? I- I can help maybe, if you show me how. If it's possible, I mean"

Regardless of what Emma does, Shamus would of course abide her. All the while keeping an eye out for his bat familiar whom was instructed to fly around in a perimeter and warn of any impending dangers. The pigeon was strategically tasked with safeguarding the ship.

"I am glad that we'll be marching as a group again. I hate to think what would happen if one of was were to be isolated then fall victim to a trap"

Woten had no issues with the order of things. He catch Naia's meaning and left his hand free and Kiisgor on his back. Already he was judging where to grab Emma and Seti for an efficient snatch or push away from danger. it followed his mind set that the healers should be guarded. If he gets hurt they can always patch him back up more or less but if they get hurt that would really harm the progress of the match. Large hands came down to rest on the shoulders of Emma and Seti. "I will apologize now if I pull or push you to hard." From under the thick beard some cold just barely see a smirk. He accented this with a soft, single pat before releasing their shoulders. "I am set." he proclaimed and started walking with the others, staying in the center with Seti and Emma and keeps his eyes trained on their surroundings as best as he could.

"Pffft...I, Emma Bernstein, was once the diabolical Queen of the Xj`Ahni, with dominion over...large tracts of the Burning Lands! A little headache won't hurt me that bad," Emma boasts to Shamus as a means to psyche herself out. In reality, she is still a bit peaked. Painting is luckily something that comes naturally to her and is more soothing on her mind than taxing, so once she finds a spot to sit down and open up her satchel it isn't long before a jar of viscous blue paint is being used to "paint" her will upon reality. Literally, she paints up some...morbidly round -- almost ball-shaped -- sheep with fleece that looks like cotton candy. Their eyes are naught but black circles, and their feet are...stubby stumps with hooves. Such fantastical "creatures" can't persist long on Adanum though, as reality will seek to squash their anomalous meta-existence. The whole process takes about thirty minutes, as a "quick and easy" job would yield creations capable of lasting mere minutes instead of several hours. "They should last a few hours...not exactly sure. We'll know when they start fading. Take the lead, Sheepy!"

Seti stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing. "...Hrmn. Rowan is saying that Naia fell into a trap as well. She's okay, but her ankle is hurt. And something about serving as a gallant gentleman to a beautiful lady knight in dire straits." Seti rubbed his temples. His companion had a flair for the dramatic. "We need to hold up. Regroup with the rest of them. Emma has made a spell that should help us find any more traps that are ahead of us, so...let's just wait up for now." The ranger settled in, continuing to monitor his surroundings in the meanwhile as he waited for the group to catch up.

Rowan was quite a sturdy leanpost, and seemed more than happy to aid Naia along as she walked. One large, deceptively powerful wing wrapped around her back and underneath one of her arms, to help stabilize her and assist her moving forward. "Moo." The shoebill said reassuringly to Naia.

Rowan tilted his head curiously at the forming of the scapegoats...As a natural creature, the somewhat...profane nature of the things being painted upon reality caused him a faint feeling of discomfort. Nothing too bad, though.

Rei nodded silently to Naia silently as the rest of the group approached, giving the other woman a glance over to make sure she wasn't oozing blood or anything. She then fell in beside Seti and took up forward positioning with her fellow scout keeping her eyes peeled for more traps. It was serious business and she set her brow in a stern... Was that a blue bulbous sheep with circles for eyes and cute stubby legs that just walked past? She couldn't help it. The absurdity of the poor creature injected into the moment of sober reality was too much. She burst out laughing a rich and kidney splitting laughter. Every time she tried to get herself under control she looked again at the blue sheep and it started anew. She was gonna pull her diaphragm muscle at this rate.

Regrouped, and in a proper marching order fit for any dungeon crawl, the heroes moved forward. Rei and Seti had a much easier time identifying the traps, and leading the group away from them. Then... Sproing! Sproing! The crude sheep like abominations, looking as though they were pulled from the proud artwork of some eight year old who had only seen pictures of a sheep actually bounced, the front and hind legs bending outwards to spring the constructs along as a means of locomotion. Their fall seemed abnormally slow, as if they were bouncing along with less gravity than the rest of the world.

All in all, three of them bounced by, two of which triggered traps. Clever traps, at that. A passing glance revealed that some traps were set up such that disarming them would set off a secondary trap, unless care was taken. Or, unless you had bouncing animated sheep.

The third kept along its way, down the ravine. The stone crags to either end soon began to taper out, into a large stone cany- no. Very near the end, things changed. What was once a dry, cold canyon at the center of the island suddenly became a ... small, crude village set in a valley before them. Disguised by illusion magic was the heart of the island was a community, with buildings much like the hut they had seen on the coast, though slightly better maintained by the looks of them. Still, the same rough stone walls and clay-tiled roofs.

Though not much green was about, there were some patches like the one Rei had briefly spotted. Cabbage, brussel sprouts, celeriac all had a presence along the 'edges' of the village, as well as the occasional snowberry bush beside a house. There were.. people, too. This wasn't a merely abandoned place. Humans, Shei, and half-shei wandered about, though not in large numbers. Filthy, anemic looking people people, in ratty old clothes, or crudely woven garments that looked like a fashionista's failed attempt to bring in a wildman trend.

No one seemed to be looking at the party, or even in their direction, however, going about what seemed to be relatively normal smalltown toils... well perhaps normal were it a few thousand years in the past.