Tracking Slade turned out to be slightly trickier than Bula anticipated. Not because he was moving quickly or even especially stealthily, but as soon as they started to follow him he seemed to sense that something was wrong and paused occasionally, looking over his shoulders into the woods. As he lead them deeper into the gloom, the trail all but disappeared, and Slade was reduced to literally hauling the little girl over huge tree roots and fallen trunks by her wrist.

The gauzy curtains of spiderwebs grew more prevalent, the individual strands thicker and harder to break as the sisters moved through the woods, the eight-legged creatures scuttling creepily in the dim light, staring with lidless eyes at those who passed them by.

The wind and normal sounds of the wilderness faded, muffled by the stuffy mustiness of the forest. The orcs managed to maneuver their way through the gloomy place with great skill and were slowly but surely closing on their target, when a spider the size of a wolf dropped out of a tree onto Morka's head, hissing threateningly through the air-holes in its abdomen, snapping its glistening fanged mandibles towards her face. To her credit, Morka grimaced with horror but didn't cry out, using her impressive strength to push the eight-legged monstrosity off of her. Wedging her crossbow between herself and the massive black spider, she pulled the trigger, a silver crossbow bolt piercing a messy hole through the complicated arachnid thorax, blazing a sticky trail through the forest. Morka staggered back, a puncture wound in her neck that oozed with venom.

The spider died, but it did so slowly, it's partly furry and partly chitinous legs flailing around as it squealed like air being force through a tiny hole. Unfortunately, Slade heard the commotion and turned briefly, shooting a furious glare in the direction of the orcs. But instead of facing them, he ran.