"It's okay. I bet if you asked me questions about the hobgoblins back home I wouldn't know a lot either."

Asking Sir Valance is a good idea, though. Elan ruminates on sneevils until they reach their destination. Or encounter another sneevil, going off how things went earlier.

Twilly hums a little nonsense tune to himself as they walk. 

"Hmm hmm hmm hm—EEK!" 

This last as a viny tendril grabs Twilly by the ankle and yoinks him off the path. 

Or that!

Is Twilly in a position where Elan can disentangle him?

For now! A plant that looks like a giant Venus flytrap, complete with a toothy maw, is dragging Twilly along the ground towards itself. 

"Nonono Twillies not tasty! Elan, help!" 

Elan draws his sword.

"You better leaf my friend alone!"

The vine snaps easily, the cut ends recoiling from the release of tension. The plant hisses. 

Twilly collapses to the ground in relief. 

"Oww..." 

But it's not over yet! The plant rears back, puckers its lips, and spits a small, hard projectile in Elan's direction. 

Elan's unfortunately not paying attention to the plant. Well, until it shoots him.

"Ow! Aw man, I already used up my best plant pun…"

He can still attack the flytrap without a pun, at least.

The plant continues to spit pellets at him, tries to hit him with its whiplike tendrils, and will bite him if he gets close enough, but it's not doing much damage. He can keep stabbing it, and eventually it will stop moving. 

Having bounced back to his feet, Twilly helps by alternately thwacking the plant with his stick and using his healing magic to vanish Elan's cuts and bruises. 

Oh, good. It's not the most exciting way to spend his time, but when it comes to fighting enemies exciting means dangerous.

"Thanks for the help," he says when the plant stops attacking. "Are there lots of plant monsters like that around here?"

He'd best pay attention to the surroundings in case the answer is yes for an immediate value of here.