Paul
*Lucrum would sigh as the trail of prints came to an abrupt end, unsure if he had overlooked a key detail of the task given to him. . . His mind scrambled like eggs for a moment, before realizing he was supposed to find the river. As tempted as he was to roam blindly after where the trail ended. He himself knew from this point. It was a dead end and pointless, the squire would pívot on his heels and back track to the fork in the road. He seemed to scratch his nape, as he murmured the Canifors directions to himself.*

"Right. . . Follow the water, Follow the water, Follow the—..."
*Lucrum was glad nobody was here to judge his ability to navigate forests.*
Timothy
*As he traveled towards the river he came across a bridge. On the other side were multiple bears and 8 rotting bodies*
Paul
*Lucrum after making a slight detour and cutting through some foliage. Would dust of his armor and sleeves. Not paying much attention to where he was walking. He'd stop abrupt and soon come to the realization that past the bridge and sounds of water was the smell of dead bodies, and— sound of...*

**—Bears...**

*The squire took a shake breath realizing. He had found himself staring down the bear. . . He was half tempt to have a bodily malfunction. But for now stood his ground, maybe if he just minded his own business it'd leave him alone. He'd murmur quietly, referring to the bear.*

"Easy big guy..."

``` HP: 35/335
Mana: 36 /36
Focus: 1/1
Nah...

Movement: Nah.
Prone: / / / 
No attack: / / /```