Quick intro........

The pair had been following a narrow footpath for a few hours. This is the only way their prey could have gone. The road to the south was guarded. The western woods were too treacherous with all the recent goblin raids. The eastern road was only good until the river. Here the recent rains had made it impassable and even washed out the two bridges. It had to be north, but not by road. There were guards and scouting parties there too. It had to be this old fur trappers trial. That was the best and quickest route, next to the main road.

The mage was lagging behind complaining of sore feet and constantly stopping to examine the local flora and fauna. Lousy spell weavers and their studies, why was he the only volunteer? Well at least he was an elf. Even though he was not of the Feywild; he was not a bumbling human, an accursed devil-kin or even worse, a smelly dwarf. He could at least keep pace, when he wanted, and his magical skills would come in handy. Sadly, he was the only volunteer to agree to go after this bounty. Three would have been better, but a two way split would better than three.

Another hour and the sky had darkened. An unnatural storm was approaching. The wind had not changed direction and yet dark clouds were approaching from the ahead. Had they been spotted? Had the innkeeper said something? Perhaps it was that bumbling shopkeeper’s assistant. He had reacted strangely upon hearing of our job. It would make no difference. These four would be brought to justice.

They were only a couple of miles out from the Wayward Inn. A small way station for hunters, trappers and the lost not wanting to be found. They could whether the storm there, and possibly get a few leads.

As the pair of travelers march on, pairs of red eyes follow their movements from the brush. Several barks and cackles sound throughout the forest. They had fresh prey moving through and it had been ages since pointy-ear had filled their bellies.