Undergrowth

The trees and brush close in on you, slapping at your face with their wet leaves.  You press onwards despite their clawing and clinging on you, your hair and clothes getting wetter and wetter with the moisture that never leaves this part of the forest.

As you push onwards, you suddenly hear voices.

"Steve, go find me more squirrels!"

You force your way into a crowd of small bearded men in red hats.  Gnomes!  You gasp in amazement, and they spin around. 

"A tall one!  Attack!"

Run away.

Fight the gnomes.