Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

Okay, let's spree this out, although you're probably not even online... I can spree anytime this week at work (which isn't that much of a job) so just let me know when you guys can.

Damien licked his lips as Grimnir walked into the clearing. He had never experienced the effects of the tree himself, but from what Cicero had said it seemed pretty nasty. And that was for a good reason. Almost three steps into the clearing and Grimnir already looked off. And soon he crumbled to the ground.

The dark teen revealed himself from the shadows, and promptly ran to help his brother pick Grimnir up. "Well done, Cero," said Damien with a broad smile, tainted with malice. The plan was now to get as much distance from the tree as possible quickly, and then they would take Grimnir to the best place Damien could think of to interrogate the bastard.

Grimnir was heavy. Huge, actually, but with Cicero's help moving him away from the clearing wasn't difficult at all. Damien tried not to breathe too much, but he couldn't help taking in a couple breaths, which made him very dizzy. He looked around, careful not to be seen by anyone, not even Burke, because if they did then the whole mission would have failed and it would be a huge waste of time. But there was no one.

"Wolfskull." Damien whispered. Damien knew that Wolfskull cave was the place where the brotherhood took it's prisoners, and probably Grimnir didn't know about it. He wouldn't know how to escape. "We must take him there."