OnlytheStrong
Explorer
Oramail sat there, his mind playing a million scenarios through. It was probably his most elven trait, his willingness to think of every result; both good and bad, before making a decision. At last he spoke, softly but with a distinct firmness, "A hunter should be hard to track, especially if he does not wish to be found. I believe it is safe to assume that he is not alone and would very much prefer to be discovered. His last whereabouts should be sufficent in starting our search, as a wise hunter, even captive, would find a way to leave a trail. A snapped branch, an overturned rock, even the grass itself can guide us." He paused for a moment, considering his next words.
Oramail decided that he would have the information he needed, and now his main concern was being supplied good enough to get to the hunter. "I shall be restocking my arrows, good night to you all." He rose smoothly, with nearly unnatural grace. If he made any noise when he walked, the inn's noise covered it easily.
Oramail decided that he would have the information he needed, and now his main concern was being supplied good enough to get to the hunter. "I shall be restocking my arrows, good night to you all." He rose smoothly, with nearly unnatural grace. If he made any noise when he walked, the inn's noise covered it easily.