"There could be a hidden clue...?" Freya, optimistic until the last, marches forward and starts kicking up fluff in the hopes of uncovering something. (And also because, come on, she's been dying to do this for ages.) Unfortunately, the only thing her foot discovers is a root from the Surly Stump. It trips her, and she goes flying. The landing is not as soft as she imagined.

Sitting up, spitting cottonwood, Freya hears giggling and twists around to see their Muscheron guide pointing and laughing at her before he hops behind the Stump and disappears. "Yeah. Definitely duped," she attempts to say, but it's at this point that her body objects to all the pollen in her nose, and she starts sneezing uncontrollably.

... Not her most successful investigation ever.