Eyes In The Shadows Date: 35th of Fall, 510 AV Location: Falyndar Wilds (near the Kandukta Basin) Questors: Corvo, Sheika, Zarriiph, Zuzana They had traveled for five days straight, forging a path from the city gates, their destination the immediate area where the reported disappearances had occurred. By word of their guide, Gamal, they were nearing the place. A quick sniff of the air would prove his words as true; one could tell by the scent of water that they were within the vicinity of the Kandukta Basin. From the onset of the expedition, Gamal had pressed them on at a rushed pace, covering a distance that would usually have taken them seven days. The man had seemed restless and very eager at the start, but now he appeared very guarded and more watchful of their surroundings. No doubt the man was thinking now what had befallen his previous party: everyone of them became victim to the disappearances until only Gamal was left. Scout Leader Heda of the Creeping Vines, the one who arranged their mission, felt she knew the man's current state of mind; the scout wanted very much so to avenge the loss of his partymates that the Scout Leader worried the man's judgment might be affected by it. Thus she had declared that the Gamal follow the orders of everyone in his new party, not committing any single action if it was not their instruction. The man would serve as guide and support, nothing more. Everyone could be the leader of the party but him. It was nearing midday now and everyone was nearing exhaustion. They had left their previous campsite before daybreak and their grumbling stomachs now demanded they stopped to sup a meal before continuing. A small clearing where the ground had already dried up from the previous season's deluge presented itself as a viable camping area. Thick trees framed it on the sides, crowded close enough to deter any large beast from lurking in the shadows and ambushing them, while the two other ends were relatively free of vegetation that they could see any intruder coming in from either entry points. It was defensible enough place, perfect for a brief meal and a short rest. “I could hunt if you like,” Gamal offered, pulling out his blowdart. The cat claws he used as ammunition for the long hollow tube were coated with a strong paralyzing poison; there would be no doubt he could bring down game easily and prepare the meal if everyone was willing to wait. However, the party was already within the area were the disappearances had occurred, so it would be dangerous to go out and hunt alone. There was safety in numbers; another could accompany Gamal in the hunt as long as they both watched each other's backs. Alternatively, two others could go out and hunt while Gamal stayed with the rest of the party to prepare the campsite. A climb up one of the taller trees would tell them an idea of their general location as well as orient them of their position in relation to the Basin. Gamal unslung his pack and dropped it to the ground. “Unless you like the taste of the cornbread we've been eating for the last few days,” he chided the group as he pulled out a pack of his travel rations. Storyteller Notes: :
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