*Scouting up ahead, Fluke sees some old signs of some of the past ambushes, though they are obviously not at all fresh. There are some arrows embedded into trees, a couple small bones, and some shallow wagon-ruts headed southeast. The others make a stew of some travel rations augmented by a few fresh greens and a rabbit that was stupid enough to try to run from the party.*
*The night is fairly quiet, with little of the nighttime noises that one usually hears in this area of the country. It's like some of the woodlands around the larger cities that have been nearly emptied by hunting. The night passes without incident, as there doesn't seem to be anything much larger than a rabbit to disturb you.*
*In the morning, you break camp and consult the map for the best route to take. It's about midday before you reach the site of the last attack. The signs are more recent here, with the wagon ruts more visible (heading southeast), as are the faint hoofprints of the horses. A few arrows are about stuck into trees.*