'[OOC: Actually, the purple mushrooms grew on all the trolls' shoulders.

 Drysl awoke from his sleep to find himself In a tree again. Looking around he noticed the trolls, "oh no" he groaned then he heard the tell a tale sounds of whisper hounds, and he went pale as a whispered hound walked up beside the troll leader. The leader stroked the scaly back of the hound,like it was his pet as he looked over the campsite that was previously occupied by Drysl and the others. this wasn't good, he had barely the strength to sit up he couldn't run or fight, and the others who has fought earlier now looked very tired and worn out. They had to get somewhere safe, they couldn't go on like this all night. Drysl's stomach growled "anyone have some food?" He whispered.

Tea overheard Cedric, he looked to Claire who was fast asleep, "She is fast asleep, be a little quieter, a-" Tea was about to ask about Cedric's troll , but he quickly weighed his actions, a possible argument isn't going to help now. Tea continued to speak, "but I can help, though I don't recommend trying to fight either way." 

The woman still held tight to his arm, she was very scared, "We have some lives at risk here."

Cinnamon squirmed out of arms that held her tightly and dropped to the ground. It was her turn to play games with the trolls. She ran up to the Leader troll and spoke to it in the official language of the trolls "I am Akir the cat God of the Trollis I am the watcher, observer and secret teller. I saw your prey the ones you hunt, they went off that way in a hurry, when they heard you approach if you go now you can catch them!" She had lied to them and they bought it! The trolls now hurried off into the woods Cinnamon went back to the cowering people in the trees and said" You can come out now they are gone but they will be back soon when they figure out that they don't have a cat God and that I lied to them!"

"Oh" Cinnamon said "to answer all your questions I know your going to ask, Yes I'm a talking cat, and my name is cinnamon" she paused and looked at Drysl and said "hey old guy you look like you might be a forest dweller do you have somewhere safe around here that we could go too?"

Pick dropped from his tree, and dusted himself off. He looked at the talking cat, dumbfounded, all he could think to say was "hi" eventually his mind caught up with his mouth and he thanked the cat for saving their skins. 

"This day just keeps getting stranger and stranger" he thought to himself. He looked around to check on everyone and noticed that Drysl had woken up. He went over to the old man and handed him his journal. 

"I'm sorry I took your journal, but it helped us immensely. Are you okay?" 

Tea tried to wake Claire, but she was exhausted, she will wake when ready, or have to carry her if things get bad. 

Tea carried the farmer's wife down from the tree. "Thank you." She said to Tea, he turn to her and notice, even though her black hair was a mess from the chaos, she had a pretty face. Tea notice he was looking a moment longer than acceptable, his face became red of imbaracement, "Ye-Yeah your welcome…" Tea nodded, then walked away stifflike.

He looked curiously at Cinnamon, he was about to thank her, but Pick had already done so.

Cedric's words jerked the napping Claribel back awake, a somewhat sleepy mumble escaping her lips, something about, "Put the oven over the fire, I'll bake some biscuits..!" After the quiet words, she blinked and realized that she was, in fact, not at home, but rather perched right back in the tree!

She huffed softly in hopes that no one had heard her, her eyes scanning the campsite again as the trolls and whisper-hounds communed like they were old friends. Her blonde brows knit together in some confusion at the display–what if the whisper-hounds had been brought to track them down? As far as she knew, if there was a dog on the case, nothing would stay safe and hidden for long. However, just when she was about to turn around and motion for the others to flee through the trees, her gaze was caught by that poor cat as it leapt out of the arms of the farmer's wife and over to the trolls. For a moment there, Claribel was ready then to turn and jump down to rescue it instead, but then the oddest thing happened–the cat spoke a rough and rocky language foreign to her ears, and the trolls and whisper-hounds all suddenly fled into the night! Were trolls actually afraid of cats? Maybe they were allergic! She would have to record this in her journal later.

Claribel sat there with wide eyes that held within no small amount of surprise; she watched the cat return and speak again. While her head turned to address the others, her blue gaze remained upon Cinnamon the Strange Talking Cat. 

"Did anyone else see what I just saw, or am I still dreaming? Not that I'm complaining–the trolls are gone, the whisper-hounds too!" she chirped as she began climbing down from the tree, not as exhausted as Tea had mistaken her to be. She gave him a strange look when he tried to wake her, for she was bright-eyed with no clue what he was attempting to do.

[OOC: Hey, I just wanted to ask if we could slow it down a little bit? People are replying multiple times before someone can get even one response in, and those faster ones end up deciding the statuses of those characters without giving them much of a chance to respond. Thanks!]

[OOC yeah slowing it down sounds good I'm at work so I can't respond much and I don't want to miss anything good]

[OOC: Very sorry for that, Claribel. I am at work as well, slowing it down would help a lot. Though I think we should have a system in place, we have a lot of characters here. Seeing how Drysl is the author, he can make a turn system or something of the like, if he so chooses to have a system at all. Again sorry for my hastefulness. :(]