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The moment you step outdoors you hear the rough voices of birds, dozens of them. Feathers, bird spoor, and broken eggshells litter the ground. Ahead of you is a long, straight path lined with trees, leading to a building which you believe you must reach. All of the trees appear to be dead, and are heavy with nests. The pathway hasn't been maintained in quite some time, and the tree roots have made the already bumpy cobblestones even more treacherous. Not a good surface to run on.
As you step out from the doorway the birds begin to get agitated, and you feel the weight of dozens of suspicious pairs of beady eyes watching your every move. One or two birds take wing.
"The Flock of Deadvale," comes a gloomy, tense introduction from Sir Escart. "They're protective of their nests and they don't like intruders. This will be a dangerous path."
Do you have the MOUSE spell?