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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1480435" data-attributes="member: 8623">"Spend the night at the forest's edge, and then another two days," says Tylkin.Meanwhile, Troi fumbles with bits of the bandit's robe for about half a minute, trying to make some sort of bandage*.  There's a good chunk taken out of it by the time he leaves the man propped up against a tree.  It's a good thing (for the bandit, anyway) he wasn't actively bleeding to death.Troi continues on the trail.  It's another ten minutes before, by Troi's reckoning, he's reached the one-mile mark.  The trail continues ahead of him, and he follows it.  He's now been in the forest for an hour and a half, or thereabouts.  It was noon when you first spotted the bandits.  You travel through the wood, picking out bits of track.  You figure about three people, who head a small distance into the forest, turn 90 degrees towards Orussus, travel another shorty span, and start heading back towards the road.For the rest of the group, the trip is silent, punctuated by your occasional conversation and the standard noises of the forest and the wagon.  The group has travelled just under six miles the second time things get interesting for Troi, another hour and a half after he turns around.The man- young boy, really- sits on the side of the road, facing Troi, his back to a tree.  Troi spots him some thirty feet before he steps onto the road, with the bandit's tracks pointing more or less directly towards him.  Handsome-looking, with blond curly hair and strong features, he wears peasant clothes and a simple burlap sack lies beside him.  He sits with his hands behind his back and seems to be rubbing his shoulders against the tree.  He does not notice Troi.*You're lucky there's not penalty for poor rolls.  A 3, 4, 2, etc. etc.  The second wilderness lore check went fine: 16+7=23.</blockquote>

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