Faolán shook his head. "I'm telling ya, it was like nothing I'd ever seen before, or even heard of. It was way bigger than a grown man, with huge teeth and claws and stank horribly." He shuddered again at the memory. "It hardly reacted at all when I stabbed it. Leon, my scouting partner at the time, said the forest was a spelled wood."
This subject was getting uncomfortable, though, and was leaving him feeling nervous and vulnerable with so much wide open space around them. But at least they could actually see all around them, except for whatever was lurking in the tall grass. He was happy for the subject change.
"Umm...not sure," he admitted sheepishly. He adjusted his pack. "But I'm sure we'll be fine! If not, we can always hunt things! Er, from woods that aren't haunted, I mean. Or maybe find villages along the way and resupply!" He smiled up at Killian. "They wouldn't pick us if they didn't think we could handle it, right? Oh! Hey! Look! Our first obstacle!"
Grinning, Faolán darted ahead of Killian, running a bit up the road where a thin tree had fallen across the path. Setting his pack aside on the road, he bent to try and lift it. "Hurry up, Killian! Help me move this!" And then, with a laugh, he added, "For the Grand Duke!"