Uri looks visibly nervous. He is used to enemies of flesh and blood, and this business is a bit much for the ragged woodsman. Nonetheless, he draws his bow and follows Tyler to the building.
Gerard smirks at the mention of an evil retreating, probably just luring us in. He snaps up his lance and his shield, readying himself for the inevitable, and follows Tyler.
Swipe readies his sling, intending to remain far enough away from whatever made the tracks to be able to use it. He'll follow the tracks as silently as possible.
Rather frustrated with the lack of initiative from the holy men in the group encountering the undead, Uri heads north to inspect the tracks in the snow.
The track are easy enough to follow, leading directly away from the building that you we just standing by, heading almost due north over a small hill. The tracks themselves are unfamiliar though, the seem humanish but there are some odd variations that are like nothing any of you has ever seen before.
As you crest the small hill, you are looking down into a smallish valley with a very cold-looking streamlet running throught it. the tracks lead directly to it.
"Hmm maybe they know they're being followed," says Woden. He pats Skaris' fur and they continue towards the streamlet. "Be on your guard," he says, looking around, searching for possible ambushers.