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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dungannon" data-source="post: 2758456" data-attributes="member: 8169">Tor, on foot and alert for anything, approaches the spot indicated by Dak.  Valan, Gideon and Ragnikyr follow on horseback.  Kerrz stays back with Cinder and Dak for the moment.  The campsite is obviously deserted, a firepit containing a few scraps of charred wood the only sign of recent occupation.  Tor spends a few minutes looking around, searching for any clues that were missed the first time.Valan and Ragnikyr ride around, trying to help while staying out of Tor's way.  Gideon tries to keep an eye on everyone.  Kerrz is watching the adventurers while Cinder and Dak are looking off into the distance.After several fruitless minutes scrounging through the tall grass, Tor returns to the firepit and sits on one of the large rocks surrounding it, taking a well-deserved break.  Whether due to bad luck or residual dampness from the morning dew, Tor loses his balance and slides backward off the rock and onto his ass.  As he scrambles to compose himself and regain his footing, as well as ignore the stifled chuckles of his companions, he notices the rock has moved and there's something underneath it, a scrap of paper.  Muscling the rock, he manages to free the paper and pick it up.  It's tattered and earthstained, but he can just barely make out a few words."...servi...agons...gold...rememb...dale..."</blockquote>