Rigga's aura didn't encounter anything but a few small animals hiding in the grass. Flindra still couldn't explain the warning. There must be something out there she simply wasn't picking up with the power shield.
Flindra started to move, inching forward on her stomach. The short hair on her back stood up with a wave of nervous fear that passed through her. She breathed deeply to calm herself and she was using every ounce of awareness she could muster.
The early morning sun was just high enough in the sky to start shining in the grass. Flindra saw a momentary reflection off something shiny. She froze again and forced her eyes to see - to see something, anything. A ray of sun broke through the grass and the object reflected again.
Before her, were strands of nearly invisible threads tied to the grass. Fishhooks were suspended from the lines at an interval of every few inches. The sunlight was reflecting off a drop of liquid on the tip of every hook. She guessed the hooks had been poisoned. This human spider web was everywhere - at different heights in the grass. Some lines were tied at knee level, others at eye level, and still others hung diagonally across the grass.
A slight breeze picked up. Then she smelled it, the sickening smell of rotting flesh. She looked around trying to locate the source of the smell. Obscured in the grass far to her right, lay a man dressed in the garb of the King's Rangers. There were struggle marks around his body and she guessed that the poison brought a painful death. Dead bodies of a few carrion eaters, mostly ravens, lay around the man. The poison had been so deadly that it was even killing the birds. Flindra forced down the vomit which had rushed to her throat.
Leitho had again slipped up next to her. One look at her face told him that there was something horribly wrong. She pointed out the trap in front of them. Then she pointed in the direction of the dead Ranger. Anger reflected in his eyes as he looked at the delicate webbing, which had been the death of the scout. He abruptly motioned Flindra to retreat.
They crawled out of the area on their bellies, being careful to retrace their steps. Leitho finally judged it safe to stand and reached a helping hand down to his scout. She stood up and shook her head to clear the sight of the dead man from her thoughts.
He moved close and held her by the shoulders, looking at the horror in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Flindra. I'm sorry you had to see that."
"You've nothing to be sorry about," she answered in a voice thick with emotion. "I knew what I was getting myself into when I became your scout. It's just that...just that...no one deserves to die like that." She quickly looked down at the ground to hide her tears.
Leitho gently cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Don't be ashamed to cry, Flindra. It shows that you still are alive enough to feel empathy with another's pain. Only be ashamed if you reach the point where you get too hard to feel. That is your, our, greatest risk."
"I know," she replied in a tiny voice. "Thanks for not ridiculing my sorrow."
Leitho smiled briefly. "No need for thanks, Flindra. It took all of us time to be able to look at senseless death without reacting. Remember that we're all in this together. Comrades."
"Thank you."
"Now, let's get going. We have to report to the lieutenant." They then walked back to the area where the rest of the Rangers were hiding.
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