>Well, there's trees, if you can spot one nearby with a wide enough place to perch yourself. I can't tell what the enchantment does, but it seems healthier not to be standing on it.
>Theoretically speaking, even if a Wall is made from matter in the ground, do we suspect it being a construct of our magic would exclude it from whatever potentially-harmful enchantment is active here?
>They're close enough that they've almost certainly also spotted us, right? If so: "I take it you're our mysterious arachnid friend, then."
>"I'll keep it in mind," Archer sends, "It's hard to shimmy up a tree in the middle of a fight, but maybe I can arrange for something."
>You suspect it depends on what that enchantment does. It may, or it may not. There's too many varied cases to really know.
>Likely they've seen you.
>"Oh, guilty as charged," says the man as he strides toward you, leading the way. He is very clearly of Native American origins, and dressed like one from a storybook to boot; wearing no shirt and a pair of what you assume as buckskin pants. His unbound hair reaches down his back with beads woven into it here and there. he wears a headband with four feathers on each side, pointed downward. A cocky grin rests on his lips, and he carries spear tipped with stone, which he is using like a walking stick. He's a curious combination of muscular and thin; not quite buff but definitely with defined muscles.
>His companion is quiet. She too is Native American, wearing weathered jeans and an old-looking grayish t-shirt, and what seems to be a kind of choker made from long beads. She has backpack as well. She's a bit taller than you, with a build you wouldn't quite call stout, but close. Her hair is similar to her companion's, but undecorated. She is openly staring at you, sizing you up, you imagine. She tries to keep a neutral expression, but the mistrust in it is obvious.
>"So, is your friend beside you going to keep hiding?" says the man, gesturing to your left with his free hand.
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