Saeth peered into the distance with her good eye, trying to spy the tower, but it did not peak above the tree line.
That done, she looked back at the sight of the kidnapping. “Won’t be a thing left in this thrice-cursed rain,” she muttered. Neverless, going to one knee, she scanned the ground, seeking some sign of this farmer or his assailants, perhaps a scrap of cloth torn off as the orcs struggled through the trees. As she had feared, the rain had eliminated their tracks.
Feldard moved through the rain washed undergrowth heavily, stomping here and there— testing the ground beneath his feet. After several minutes of this he turned and regarded the village by the dim light of the overcast afternoon sky. “Nicolai, if you were going raid this town coming from the Tower… which way would you come in directly or circle about?” The dwarf scratched at his beard pondering.
“I’m not sure what Orcs would do, but I’d keep close to cover, and try and make sure I wasn’t observed. And if I get this straight, Grigore was taken outside of town, so they may be weak, only targeting lone individuals herding flocks or gathering firewood, and if I saw a band of Orcs coming at me, I’d run. And they probably realise that.”
As they searched around the trees, they found one of Grigore’s shoes that must have fallen off as he was dragged through the forest. Other than that, there was no trace of the man.
* * * * *
“Hello, you must be Skelly by the looks of you.” Maruc said instantly recognising the family traits shared with Amber. “I am Maruc, an Acolyle of Halav and my friend here is Miklos, a learned Loremaster of the Arcane Arts. We seek to foil the plans of Master Dentiata and we have entreated your sister to bring us to you as you may be able to help us.”
“Maruc, for a priest you have precious little common sense.” Miklos said mimicing Marucs’ grin. “You’re not speaking to the Duke you know.”
Miklos turned to Skelly. “What my friend was trying to say was that your sister said that you had been into Dentiata’s Tower and returned. Would you mind recalling as much as you can of the layout of the Tower to aid us in assaulting it?”
Maruc mumbled, “Always the diplomat, Miklos.”
“Look Maruc.” Miklos snapped. “If I left it to you we’d be here all night!”
“Sorry about that Skelly, you were about to say?”
As he tended the horses, the boy regarded the two gentleman suspiciously. Skelly was not the friendly outgoing sort like his sister. After shooting Amber an angry look, he said, “I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”