!qw2cdBTZAc 01/19/12(Thu)14:54 No.17596545|
"Most likely not. If they had, we'd have smelled it by now. As it is, there's really nothing here of value to us. Let's get moving." You say, growing irritated. Makald reaches for the flowers, but you slap them away as you head for the door.
You find your wits a moment later, looking back at the stunned kobolds in the hut. Irkas says nothing, but gives you a stern look. Makald looks surprised, seeming not to understand what had happened. He mumbled "Sorry, magistrate," snagged the flowers and left quickly over to the place in the hut's clearing where the trail next lead.
You curse the dragon's blood, wondering why it acted up just then. But, as you look back towards the group, the look Tayn gives you is one you know from the scouts, from long, hard nights in dank, cold caves.
You are being watched.
The rest of the group does not see this. Irkas will, in all likelihood. It is a thing some soldiers have dealt with as well.
You don't want to let the rest know. They might panic, especially Turen. But, you wonder, why hasn't the sorcerer noticed? You look over at the shuddering kobold at the end of the path, where the party has started walking. You along with them. The sorcerer stays farther ahead as you go on, but always within view. Up a slightly muddy hill, you find stone land, stacked high with huge stones that were perfectly flat, round, and shaped for throwing.
"Riverstones!" Turen shouts, pointing at the rocks. "That's the same shape as the famous halfling weapon. Some families even use it in their emblem."
Across the other side, you can see another hill and the top of a high, red building. You can also see white smoke drifting into the air in a large area around it.
"Some sort of settlement, perhaps." Irkas says from behind you. He walks forwards of the group, keeping a steady pace.