CrimsonFlameWielder
First Post
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Evan, seeing that everyone is ready and rearing to go after a short rest, leads the group through the grassy plain. Though he certainly isn't much of a combatant, he truly was a skilled hunter, and knew the lay of his land quite well. Twice he was able to steer the group away from the lairs of hidden predators (one a family of badgers, the other a den of bobcats) as they made their way through the tall grasses. After a half a day's travel, the group makes it to a small village. A dozen bramble and reed houses stand about in a semi-circle around a large central fire pit. Though it would normally be burning (even slightly) throughout all hours of day and night, it lacked even a smoldering stream of smoke that left the place feeling quite empty. Well, that and the general lack of any living person.
"This is my village, how I found it three days ago."
To Ignatz, the scene is eerily familiar. Though the housing may have been different, and the layout not-at-all the same, the feel of the scene was exactly what the half-orc experienced when he came upon his own empty village.
"I doubt that after three days there would be many clues as to where they could have gone, but if anyone can get a lead on them, I'm sure you could."