#odyssey

Symon seems to grasp where the Balor toll road is and how to avoid it. Besides, he has something better. Just as the dreaming sometimes seeks to create false paths, his knowledge from the Uktena includes an area where there is a hidden trod branching that should take them closer to their goal. Fog, rather than mist, a winter fog that leaves tiny bits of playful ice hovers... it also hides perfectly safe silver.

A path even some rovers may not know

A little smug smirk.

And it would get them within side quest reach of the 'something else' on the way to the stone too. A part of wishes he'd been swalloed just thirty more seconds to get even more details

"I.... I-i have feelings about that curse, yeah. I'm glad it's gone. I'm glad you're okay. I'm gonna try not to be an overprotective jerk but I am a troll and it... that's part of me?"

"Just poke me if I get overbearing."

"I'm glad it's gone... not because you were involved in it... but because it caused you pain. I'd gladly endure it otherwise." He pokes her, but with a smile.

Something else. He ponders. How to decide if whatever this hint is, is something they actually want to look into? Just because the Serpent valued it...

A glance over to Dagmar. "How do you feel about a side quest?"

She shrugs. "I mean, the story-stone is kind of a MacGuffin, anyways? We need to find something worthwhile, because of the locket, but Da'an might do what Da'an do."

"Maybe if we trust it, we'll find something really cool."

THat in mind, Symon and Dagmar head towards the hidden trod split off

Flyswatter stays out, but it's back to resting on her shoulder - somewhat more relaxed a guard. Somewhat.

(Perception plus Alertness, and yes, your Diffs are lower than usual as you are deep enough in the Dreaming)

/roll 6