Feint Whispers Chapter #5: The Excavation

[Mirth]

Tarowyn jogs forward and grabs hold of Saladin's reins, "Hold Jericho. Let me check these marks before you ride over them." The elf kneels and checks the tracks, trying to determine what made such a distinctive path.

 

[Krug]

"What be it? Orcs? Riders?" asks Bhartus.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney keeps quiet still a bit angry at Jericho, fuming at his presumption and only 'slighty' hoping somethign would be rash enough to ambush them.

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn jogs forward and grabs hold of Saladin's reins, "Hold Jericho. Let me check these marks before you ride over them." The elf kneels and checks the tracks, trying to determine what made such a distinctive path.

Tarowyn: you are unable to identify who or what left the tracks.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho canters, back and forth, drawing his blade, but leaving his shield on his back, "Aye elfy, do your work, I shall admire other views," he adds with a longing leer, on a certain female member.

 

[Mirth]

"What be it? Orcs? Riders?" asks Bhartus.

"I can't tell, priest," Tarowyn responds. "Should we stay with thin, poorly marked trail we're on now or try this new thin, barely discernable set of tracks?"

 

[Krug]

"Well we're supposed to find the blacksmith, and lord knows where these tracks lead," says Bhartus. "I'd say back to the trail and back to the camp."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Yes lets find the blacksmith," Jericho replies, "But lets make a here for where this trail crosses our original trail, incase it is of importance later."

OOC: Lets kill the Blacksmith! Sorry could not resist...

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri nods as the others talk, more intent on listening to their surroundings and keeping alert.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney glares at Jericho but waits, "I say we follow the oringal trail." Mist's grumbles from the depths of her hood, clearly not happy with something.. or someone.