You look around grimly, searching for tracks left by the bandits and their prey. Having been trained in the arts of the rangers, you easily find the route they took through the woods. Looking once back on the wagon, note, and corpse, you swiftly move along the path.
After hours of trailing, you start to find scattered trash and broken weapons on the ground. You must be nearing the bandit's camp. Then you see it, a haphazardly arranged mess of tents and torches on posts. At the center there is a particularly large tent, set up with helmets on sticks in a ring around it. Sneaking closer to the camp you look around yourself. There seems to be some light amount of 'guards' patrolling around, as the sun filters playfully through the leaves. There is loud noise coming from all the tents, but from the large one especially. Jumping into a tree you clamber onto a branch that hangs over the large tent. You hear loud voices, some human and some inhuman. There seems to be an arguement over their prisoner... |