[ It's slow going, especially over the rougher terrain, but the company helps to make it bearable. The harpies are following at a safer distance, Cedrik can hear the occasional beating of wings as they move from one branch to the next, but they thankfully don't have any more commentary. ]

How? Well...

[ It's a good question. He would contribute it to luck, he's always been some sort of lucky when it came to searching for things, whether in the wilds or in a city. But one could easily ask if he has any good fortune left now that he's dead and all. It's a point that his Shadow's ever keen to give.

One of Cedrik's ears gives a brief twist. ]

The ground here keeps moving upward. [ It's a slow incline, but it's there among the trees. ] There's nothing to be done about the trees, but we can at least get above the mist.