Eldarin frowned as he looked ahead at the strange color. It looked as though a living flame was dancing through the woods. He cursed softly as he stumbled on yet another tree root, nearly clanging his sword into another tree. These pesky plants were everywhere, if he got into a fight it would be a nightmare trying to maneuver in these, even swinging his sword would be a chore. Eldarin looked at the flame again, he was reminded of a will 'o wisp. There were many tales about them, but a good half of them indicated that following one was the same thing as walking towards a grave. He was tempted to get a closer look anyway but decided against it, instead skirting around it, keeping the color in sight in case it did something, but otherwise avoiding it.