The clanking sound of grim thunder rumbles through, as if a huge anvil were being dragged across the vault of heaven against its will. Branched lightning splits the Tirenean sky, buzzing and hissing, angry as it breaks free from its shackles in the storm clouds.
Syrena soon finds Damanandros’s tracks, revealing that he walked in a straight line across the muddy woodyard and continued into the thick line of brush and trees beyond. Broken branches and heavy treaded prints prove to be sufficient marks for the trained tracker to recreate the missing man’s path.
Syrena is soon to discover other footprints that join up with Damanandros’s trail. From the sides originally, then they fell in behind him – sometimes stepping within his same impression in the mud.
These are slightly smaller tracks, but as those of men. Or perhaps like what would be those of heavy children. Wearing open-toe sandals, leather moccasins, or some even barefoot. The prominent marks of their long claw-like nails make it clear enough to guess.
Beastmen. Likely goblins.
Damanandros is in grave danger.
With urgency, Syrena picks up the pace, trusting her experience and instinct to track the path while on the move.
Gennadius’s song has filled the companions with a strength of resolve. Trusting Syrena’s proven skill, they join her quickened step in the pursuit. The men scan the forest for enemies, gripping their weapons in anticipation and determined to find their friend.
The relentless storm, raging all around, tested the companions throughout the day. Now, in this darkest moment of night, they begin to draw power from it.
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"The Gael"