Though Caiside had only gone a few steps, he would suddenly find himself in a place quite different from the woods he had been in. He would also notice he was no longer a stag and was fully naked.
On the bright side (maybe) he was surrounded by the small hoard of spriggan-bastards who had apparently taken a liking to him. On his face were markings in gold around his eyes—like small hand prints—which allowed him to see them. All of them, about 6 or 7 in total, all squatted down in the bushes with him, all equally naked. Their bodies were youthful though without sex, eyes large, teeth larger. Holding out hands with a texture like bark, they huddled around him, hands placed on various parts of him for reassurance, the way small children often do.
"They have taken your friends Caiside. Into the pits." One said in a fairly conversational tone.
