Heading under the dark canopy above, the elf hears the sounds of screaming from ahead of him, not just of horses now, but of men, too. He hears... A lot of screaming, actually. While Cerim knows his home is situated in a nightmare for an attacker, he'd expect knights with any experience to be able to hold out a little better than this. He walks to the edge of the bog, where a thick mist obscures his vision. His girls, heedless, go to rush in, and he has to hold up his hands to order them to stay put - something about that mist is wrong. It doesn't belong here.
Eventually, the screams fade and the mist parts. Cerim sees bodies half submerged in the mire, and amongst them walks a woman. The trees stand silent, not molesting her, looking as though they're just normal trees.
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Cerim's girls crowd around him, flails raised as the woman approaches, ready to fight and die to protect their master. Cerim, for his part, begins putting pieces together. South of here, at the edge of 'his' territory, lies the rocky ascent to the Mountain of Sighs, with any foolish enough to ascend never returning. He's heard rumours of the mistress of the Mountain, maybe a powerful witch, or a spirit of nature, or some kind of daemon. Idly, he's now and again toyed with the idea of investigating, but beyond the edge of his woodlands and bogs, he realised he had no power in the mountain. Whatever she is, she walks towards him.