Jot moves ahead with the quiet surety of one long used to reading stories in the earth. He brushes aside a few tufts of grass with the back of his gloved hand, narrowing his eyes as he inspects the marks left by rough feet — too broad for Men, too uneven for Elves or Dwarves. Trolls, yes, and more than one.
The light is dim under the trees here, but the Ranger does not need much. With each step, he checks for:
• Ruts or drag marks: Perhaps the creatures hauled something heavy—tools, or spoils from raids.
• Unusual vegetation: Plants trampled or missing may suggest toxic runoff or a hidden lair entrance.
• Scattered objects: He keeps an eye out for broken weapons, coins, or bits of cloth that might hint at a recent conflict or captured travelers.
At the edge of the rise, he pauses. A strange shimmer catches his eye—lichen scraped off a stone, leaving a pale mark. Odd. Trolls aren’t careful enough for that. He kneels and finds the impression of a shield rim… and near it, what might be the stub of a torch, long extinguished.
"Someone else came through here," he murmurs. "A warrior, or scout. Not part of our company. Weeks ahead, maybe more." He scans the rocks nearby. "And they were watching this same trail. Likely what drew the trolls."
As the others come closer, Jot adds, gesturing with his dagger toward a sharp incline at the far side of the mound:
"There’s a blind spot behind that rise. Could be an outcropping. Might give us high ground—or hide whatever they’re guarding."
He straightens slowly, rolling his shoulder as he speaks with quiet resolve:
"We may have a chance to flank them. But we’ll need to move fast and light. Trolls don’t outthink us… but they can outrun us in the open."
He waits, watching Larsi and Aeglief for a signal to advance.
OOC:
Doesn’t say there aren’t trolls. Sorry for late to party. Didn’t have this thread subscribed. Doh
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