The cheetah-bard wandered for several days, muttering almost constantly about the sad state of the maps the shyster sold her for five tria each. She shakes her head, finally. \"Not bad enough that the maps are bad, dodging a zombie plague all the way.\" She mutters... and continues wandering through the woods, muttering the whole way grumpily. Finally she climbs a tree, getting her bearings, then tilts her head, a bit. She decides to take the tree-road, leaping from branch to branch, over the top of the zombie army, considering a bit as she wanders from tree to tree.
\"not supposed to happen.\" She mutters at one point, then continues wandering over through the forest, toward a nearby hillside that seems clear. She whistles, a small bird answering her call, an emphyry, her totem. \"no end to it huh?\" she says, and shrugs, then lets the thing go, then wanders along the hilltop a bit. She weeps a little as she finally sees the town nearby, the townsfolk. \"there\'s got to be a cure.\" she murmurs, then turns back, ghosting from tree to tree. S he blinks as she sees a catapult, and a kran nearby. Deciding caution to be the better part of valour. She hmms, noting that they don\'t appear to be on the side with the zombies, then slips down to approach them, carefully, trying to choose the time and place of her meeting. After a careful check of the area, she nods, then notices something stirring behind them... blinks once or twice. She gets out her atlatl, and starts to stalk the stirring.. then nods, sniffing the air, the soft scent of earth making it clear, then flings the thing... the throwing-spear strikes true, in the center of the nearly transparent mass that was feeding on some of the dead flesh nearby, then ducks as two crystals fly from it, aimed where she threw from. She waits a moment or two, then collects the crystal seeds, moving in closer to the mass, nods, and starts to butcher the thing, glad for the small hollow she found, taking the few medicinal parts. She then turns, but seems to have lost the other party, mutters, and starts trying to track them. Turning, she spots the tracks, and continues to follow, hoping they didn\'t put up a blind trail for her.