Arc 1: Leaving the Nest

[Dracos]

"You think he was hidden in the mud...or buried?" Mesina looked distastefully at the notion of digging for the body.

[Merc]

"Does it really matter? If he was buried, eaten, or whatever...well, too bad for him," Marcelo comments bluntly, with an accompanying shrug. "Just wish we had a fortune teller or some tracking hound, or something more useful than the usual speculations we got here."

Pausing, he turns to look at the new recruit. "...no chance of you having somethin' up your sleeve that will magic us up a direction to go on?"

[Bjorn]

By this time, the sun has set.  Somehow, though, off to the east, the light has not completely vanished.  Nestled away in a tiny vale between hills, you see a little ruddy glow that might be that of a campfire.

[Dracos]

"We should make for that campfire over there.  While it is probably not the being responsible, it'll likely draw their attention," She suggested, putting her feet to motion as she started off.

[Ebiris]

"Feeling less eager to play the part of bait, now?" Rudi cackles softly, though he doesn't protest as he starts scurrying along in the indicated direction.

[Dracos]

"Free bait is free bait," She snarked back.

[Brian]

Gwythyr rolls his eyes, but says nothing for the moment, falling into step with his companions.

[Merc]

Marcelo chuckles quietly as he also follows along with the others. "Perhaps we'll get to see what you can do for us soon, Enrico. I do hope we find what we're looking for."