Marcus leads unerringly to the path and following it again, finding it surprisingly easy to pick up. He stops when near the village clearing, remaining concealed with the others, his bow is held in his lap, the arrow nocked and half drawn, ready to fire. He listens to Vincenzo's theory, but shakes his half-elven head.
It has something to do with one of the kings of the forest and this Lasher fellow. Too bad I don't speak toad, it'd be invaluable to be able to just ask him, him being a king of the forest, perhaps he might know.
The Ranger sighs, looking back at the Druid.
It would have been nice to question the ones at the cart, or at least the one I offered surrender opportunity to. But, as I tried in the Elven language, I don't even know if it understood me.
Marcus turns his attention back to the clearing, trying to take in what he can from a safe distance.