"Four hours old? What're we whispering fer then?"
Turlough smacks Ghimlod on the back good-naturedly.
"Let's follow the tracks, eh? See who they belong to. Unless the others're more interested in seeing where they came from, that is. Me, I'd like ta see where they'd be going to! Or, I guess, it could be that they came and went the same way..."
Turlough scratches his head, and then leaves the others, in case they need time to discuss. Meanwhile he will cross the room to the doorways, searching and listening at each.