You traverse through the Wormgrove which is an ironic name considering you have seen nothing but decaying trees and a thick and noxious mist wrapping and burning the ground. Your protective spell will hold for now but you must not waste any more time.

Suddenly you wonder if your eyes deceive you as you notice a figure emerging slowly from the foul mist. Surely no normal creature could survive such a hostile environment. You cautiously ready out your sword and just as your are about to cast a few incantations, It gestures its hand to show you that it means no harm.

You approach the figure and you notice that while its form is that of a man, its actually an imitation made by a cluster of worm-ike entities dressed in a robe. Then with multiple and horrid voices they spoke:

"....You must follow the trail bellow the poisoned soil....."