As the group stands out in the area outside the inn, they stare off at the woods.  There seem to be dozens of paths that lead off into the woods in front of them and many more on the other sides of the inn.  It is not an easy choice to pick just one.

Gallus reached down to his belt and popped open one of the hard compartments. He gently pick out four small bud-like devices. "These are personal vox-transmitters, used for intrasquad communication in case our main signals are lost. They fit in yor ear and will allow us to stay in touch. I only have four, so be careful with them. Also, as far has our map, my internal auspex will track our path, should we need to back track." Gallus holds up his hand to distribute the comm-beads.

With the eagerness of a twelve year old he picked one out and began putting it on. Not really knowing how to work it he placed two fingers where it was placed in his ear and spoke in a dry voice. POTUS is on the move. I repeat POTUS is on the move, keep eyes on the windows and procede with caution, Red Dog out. He laughed at his own bad impression.

Thanks for the nifty blue-tooth. Now, towards my creepy tree. Wilford then began making his way to a path closest to the strange tree he had picked out, his legs creating a large gate allowing him to move faster than he normally did. Just as he passed the tree he stopped. Wait a minute, maybe one of you warriors should take point. Heaven knows I'd be the first red-shirt killed if I kept in the lead.

((As discussed on the porch he is heading east near a tree with twin trunks that he claimed to have the shape of a face hidden in the bark))
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As you approach the woods, you see that the darkness is complete inside.  It seems much darker than when many of you entered.  The bird is soon lost in the heavy canopy of the trees.  Except for the sounds of your footfalls, there doesn't seem to be any noise.

Shaking his head at Wilford, all enthusiasm and bouncy gobbledegook, Rafi slouched at the back of the little group. He was not the warrior type and was quite happy not to take point. Instead, he scanned the group from behind, watching out, not for the kind of threats that the marines, Boone or the General might counter, but the sort of threat that most people wouldn't see. There was something about the forest, about its stillness, its dark, that made him uneasy. Even he knew that it shouldn't be that quiet and it hadn't been when he had entered earlier.

He trusted that Gerald could take care of himself and instead focused on the immediate environs of the group, extending his senses for both unknown minds and potential magic. With wraiths around, he couldn't be too careful.

What kind of frequency are those broadcasting? I may be able to pick it up with my implants and someone else can use the vox-thing, and we should probably be in some sort of order, better safe than sorry.

Garrett takes the earphone device and looks it over with a cautious eye before stuffing it in his ear.  "My equipment probably isn't equiped with the correct encryption algorithms anyway."

He looked over the shadowy forest and shrugged again.  It seemed much more ominous than before.  Almost as if it was reacting to their mood.  He abruptly turned to Wilford, "What's a potus?  And what does 'red-shirt' mean?"  He clearly wasn't feigning ignorance but also understood the context well enough to be expecting a punch-line.
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