Waking up from an evening of fighting assassins and being told “They’re spiders thats what they do”, the party were faced with the same group of satyrs that they had encountered previously wanting apparently to join with the group to get away from the spiders and “all kinds of things bears, wolves ,pixies, fairies, druids, trees…”. The party stayed for awhile gathering supplies and continuing Mara’s education in the elvish language. The satyrs stayed around until Moosa told them of the fearsome “Spider-bear” a terrible combination of a giant spider and a black bear that feasted on hooves (not unlike the satyrs had) and was attracted be the smell of traditional humanoid feet (not unlike the rest of the party had), suddenly the satyrs had to leave “other business, forest stuff involving bushes and trees and… things”.
Free of their unwanted companions the party were able to move further on deeper into the forest until they camped near what was now larger thicker trees. On watch Mara spoke with Griffolk about his career plans, whether he could go back to The Sages league or needed Mara to help him find something. On his watch Rolan explained his history to Zanthon who promised that if by some terrible mistake he actually succeeded and became king he would have to look into the Silverthorns. On Thia’s watch instead of talking she listened and what she heard far off in the forest was a panicked individual singing a improvised lullaby reminiscent of what Moosa had told the satyrs to do if they encountered the “Spider-Bear”. investigating further with Moosa Thia found a broken end of a panpipe, investigating further they found one of the satyrs eating a fish near a waterfall. the satyr claimed that his companions had been taken by the “Spider-Bear” and he had fled to “the waterfall that grants wishes” (what?), by this time Rolan, Mara and Zanthon had been woken and had caught up. The gathered group (Satyr included) went to investigate further finding bits of webbing, tufts of fur and signs of a struggle, some of the fur on further inspection was not satyr fur but closer to a bear, it was considered that the culprit could be someone like Sariel who could take a bear or spider form at will. Rolan found enough of a trail to follow it back to a gargantuan tree.
The way the branches of the tree lay with its neighbors it would be (somewhat) possible to climb up but there was much danger involved even without considering what they might find at the top. Given the Varying climbing ability of the group they decided to tie themselves together with rope to support each other they decided not to include Zanthon in this so he moved with the group and tried to help anyone who was in trouble. When Moosa fell Thia was somehow able to support his weight until he could be helped… twice “ha’riy sha iya’au raunnagh ra’soms oa iya’au liaus rarlfa ra’m hmoo soa’cs llaha’au ghoagh aus nnarroc” , she was even able to hold on when Moosa, Mara and Rolan fell somehow in the moment Thia found the strength to save the party from an assuredly lethal fall. At this point the party was trying to find something to help Moosa, Zanthon was hanging upside down helping Mara with a plan involving a grappling hook but Moosa elected simply to disconnect himself and stay behind, Mara gave Zanthon a kiss on the cheek and climbed upwards.
Approaching the top of the tree there was something of a structure, a wooden building complete with balcony (featuring suspicious web strand). With magically altered stealth the party climbed up and looked inside only to see a large skittering snarling creature that could only be the Spider-Bear…