Festival of Halina: Adventurers Gone Wild! (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

Elise follows, deep in thought

OOC:Had Daphnie said anything relevant to this, a slip of the tounge, or maybe something that might help defend her

No, but then again, you never did manage to ask her either time you saw her.

 

[El Jefe]

Troi continues to follow the tracks.

Oirhandir followed along behind Troi, curious to see what the ranger would turn up.

 

[Bront]

Troi continues down the aisle, then turns, then turns again, and then sees the trail split up into 5 different directions, and is unsure which tracks are which at that point.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Well, th' trail splits up inta five diff'rent ones 'ere..." Troi says, crouching down to get a closer look. "Might take a minute er two ta figure out which way ta go."

He closely examines the tracks, trying to determine which ones are older and if any have a scent at this point. He'll go up each trail five or ten feet to get an easier look or smell, if that seems like it wouldn't be a bad idea.

 

[Bront]

Try as he might, Troi is unable to determine which trail is which. They are all within a few minutes of each other, none of the smells seem more distinctively like the one he's looking for than any other, and even following them further, he's unable to figure out which is which. The general lack of light doesn't help much either.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Hmm..." Troi muses. "Y'know, this is kinda odd. Th' tracks're only a coupla minutes apart, each, but they all head diff'rent directions... almos' like they were workin' tagether, er somethin'. Ya said some people went an' chased 'em, right? Maybe they were all workin' tagether so as ta 'void gettin' caught..."

He shrugs, and stands. "Well, I s'pose th' only way ta do this is ta check each of 'em systematically 'til we find one we can track. Let's start with th' leftmost one an' work our way ta th' right."

With that, he starts tracking the leftmost trail.

 

[Bront]

Troi follows the left most trail, which begins to slow down to a walking pace, and weave it's way back towards Valdor's camp. Eventualy they come to a camp near Valdor's, and Troi and Lasair recognize one of the men in camp as one talking to Valdor before they had arived.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi closes his eyes. "Well, that's rather int'restin'. Why'd he slow down after only a little while, an' after missin' one a th' bandits' trails nearly from th' start? Kinda odd, if ya ask me..." He turns to the group. "So ya wanna ask this guy some questions, or do ya wanna try one a th' other trails?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmm...it does seem to me that your suspicions are likely correct--the way the trails scatter and then slow seems to indicate a complicity between bandits and pursuers."

 

[Bront]

OOC: I realize, I forgot to mention that the man you recognized who was talking to Valdor was fairly heavy set. This may or may not change your assesment of the situation.