Witch's Hut (Cairo II)

You bolt with as much speed as you can muster, but only a few strides into the deadly field you lose your footing over a stray porcupine who was also sprinting for his life. The shock of pain from his quills bring you down, and the plants surrounding you begin to eagerly arch their stems down towards you. Their acidic saliva drips down upon your armor and as you move to stand, they tear the remainder of the accessory off your torso. You're able to flee while they're busy devouring the remainder of the leather, and can only thank the Gods that you and your companion made it away unharmed.

[Cairo has lost his armor ]