Log-a-Log: [sblock] As you pat down Vyrick's body, you note a small dagger with a twisting ivory grip, it's pommel a head with four faces, each contorted in a different aspect of pain. He wears a thin shirt of silvery chain beneath his tunic, and after a bit more examination you note a small concealed pocket built into his tunic. With a little work, you manage to cut it open, as it had been sewn shut, and draw out a thin sheet of crystal no larger than a hand tall and wide, it has an oily texture, but you can't make out why. Upon his person, there is of little else of note.[/sblock]
Layonarai sits and concentrates upon the surrounding area. [sblock]As you enter the spirit realm of vision, you note very little at odd to the natural world, although the creature lying dead emanates no spirit self. A creature of mere shadow within the natural world.[/sblock]
Paitsel grunts his discontent with the whole situation, although he obliges Osric and helps the warrior dig a grave for his companion and the assassin. Although discontent, he remains relatively subdued, giving little input beyond his labor. In a short while the two strong men have excavated a decent enough section of earth and are ready to lay the two bodies to rest.
Tau, Uiim and Nassitch make their way upon the creatures trail, it seems to wade its way around the camp and along the road heading in the direction opposite of where they came. For a moment Tau loses the trail, his senses tired and the night dark, Nassitch however picks it up quickly, and begins doggedly leading the way once again.
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How long do you plan on following the trail?
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