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*Elias' boots squelched on the snow, ruining any ideas of stealth that he might have had. Still, aside from the faint illumination of the moon, he would see anything long before it sensed him. In the darkness beside the path, he quietly trailed fresh tracks on the path, careful not to lose sight of them in the icy snowfall. Here, the storm systems were nowhere near as severe as they'd likely be for Salvainia, but he heard there were still raids beginning to occur. Earlier that day, a couple of scouts came by the stables in Ruipaior, hoping to rent them for less than half a day, something about scouting the mountains. With them missing for this long, Elias believed them to be dead. He was both confirming the losses for the stables and hoping for a guilt free meal.*

*The Macen saw what looked like a dead horse much farther up on the pass, visible only due to his heightened senses and night vision. Rising to his feet, Elias summoned his soldier and armor, not wanting to be caught as a sort of looter or, for a Yeti, dinner. Still about 400ft away, he walked on the path now, looking around for any other passerby's. If he was spotted before feeding, he'd claim to be locating the horses for his stables, which was a half-truth. If he was seen while feeding? More complicated.*

*Nearing about 300ft, Elias struggled not to keep a hand on the hilt of his blade, nor summon his partizan to his hands. He was paranoid and cautious by nature, but an armed man walking down the road was a hard image to trust. He could smell the blood now, from the horse, but was still hoping the rider would be left dead as well. He didn't enjoy animal blood or having to drink so much, but he wasn't a fan of outright murder either. The summoned soldier silently plodded along behind him, following until given orders.*

``Summon Soldier (40 Mana) and Phantom Guard (20 mana) Used, Mana Pool Reduced to 80 Mana``
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Amelia swore silently to herself as she trekked through the snow. She had lost the tracts of the horse and had to double back to pick up the trail again. The snow wasn't making her job any easier. Tracking humanoid creatures was significantly easier. She couldn't make much sense of the wild life tracks. She had lost the horse's trail and ended up picking up the tracks of sort of deer or elk. Who knows how far the rider got while she was on her little detour.

Trudging down the path, intermittently kicking up small clouds of snow. Amelia tried distracting herself from her frustrations by imagining all of the things she could do to the little snake once she caught up with them. Something to make this evening's escapades worth all the hassle. The thought of capturing them alive and turning them over to the cult held a certain appeal. With the snows getting as intense as they were she could imagine the cult leaders would be appreciative of a donation. 

She came to an abrupt halt when she spotted what appeared to be two men 200 feet away from her, just up the road. They appeared to be closing in on a horse that lay motionless in the snow. Fuck. Amelia couldn't make out if there was a figure lying in the snow with the horse. She briefly considered cutting her losses. She could just retreat before the two figures noticed her presence. Risky if the rider was still alive. She wasn't certain that the rider had seen her face but on the off chance that they did it was better to leave no witnesses. Somehow she doubted that the rider would just live and let live after finding her with their dead friend.

Both figures appeared to be armed so she decided against straight up attacking them. "H-hello, travelers.." She called out, trying to sound nervous. She moved up hesitantly, 30 feet. "My brother went out riding and..." She gasps and places a gloved hand to her mouth, in shock as her eyes lock onto the body of the horse. She wears a simple cloak, which she tries to discreetly open a bit wider to reveal that she carries a weapons belt with only two daggers and a quiver of arrows on her. Her amour is simple boiled leather armour, that is well kept if a bit travel worn. Nothing too well off or out of place for someone traveling on the roads.
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*Elias said nothing as the figure came into view, not sure whether he was spotted or not. Once she started speaking, though, he knew he was made. He put up a hand to hold his summon, leaving the soldier to stand idly in the path. He noticed that the woman's weapons were somewhat presented, either purposefully or not. Elias kept his cloak where it was, the heavy fur lining preventing it from blowing in the wind. The hilt of his sword and the edges of his shield were present, though he kept nothing in his hands. His face was still somewhat obscured, but from anywhere his skin was visible, it'd have a faint glowing aura. Behind the cloak, aketon, and relatively fine clothes beneath, though, it only shone from his face.*

*He wondered if trying to frighten her off would work, but if this rider truly was her brother, she might get help, or worse, make a stand. Her shock seemed real enough, but her story didn't really add up.* "Your brother?" *Elias called out, walking forward and looking to the side. There didn't seem to be any other surprises looming within the woods. At least whatever caused the scene likely left already.* "I've been tracking this rider for a little while now. He rented the horse from my stables." *Perhaps she simply chanced upon the wrong horse. Her story didn't make a lot of sense, though, knowing what he did. Still, she appeared to be a High Elf, so he was the outsider in this country. He couldn't exactly make her guess where the stables were; she likely knew the area well, or at least well enough. He felt stupid for speaking so much, trying to make sense of what she said out loud.*
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*Elias tried to think of what to say now. As he approached another 30ft or so, he looked to the bodies. The rider did seem to be there, halfway buried under the horse. If he wasn't killed in whatever attack there was, bleeding and freezing out here would have likely finished him off. The vampire still wasn't sure if he'd be able to make a meal out of this, though. There was a hair's chance that the man lived, which would at least prove the identity of the stranger.* "Are you alone?" *Not the most reassuring thing for him to say to her out here, but a reasonable question all the same.*