Once the two strangers had revealed their faces, the pub owner could see that they were just normal people. In other words, they became less suspicious. Could these two be tourists that had taken a wrong turn somewhere? When the woman started to speak it sounded polite enough as well. The possibility of them being tourists was quickly dispersed. The slightly chubby pub owner with the big moustache was surprised to have detectives from Scotland yard in front of him. “Did something happen?” he asked while trying to think if he had done something against the law and whom of the villagers might have a skeleton or two hidden in their cupboard. Not that he would sell anyone out. That would be bad for his business. Maybe if someone was dangerous, then it would be for the good of everyone. While these kinds of thoughts were running through his head in just a few seconds, he also made the choice to wait and see what the answer of the detectives would be before worrying any further.<br/>Mysterious people in uniform started to spread. Here and there the sight of a weapon glistered in the sunlight. Suspicious whispers began to arise thorough the Main Street. Housewives loved nothing more than to gossip after all. Could these people be from the government and they have found a major criminal in their little village? Could it be that annoying neighbour that always had their curtains shut? Oh, who could they be looking for and what would that person have done? The excitement of trying to come up with a great story, cough, I mean a good reason, was almost as if there was an upcoming party. They were not particularly scared, they had done nothing wrong and were pretty sure that their husbands and kids had been good too. But what about this and that husband? Hasn’t he been drinking a little too much lately? Maybe in a drunken stupor ... For now the excitement seemed to be concentrated on the Main Street. It was difficult to get wind of the situation in the side streets or on the fields outside the village. Thus, people like Chris for example, who was working on the roof of miss Marian, still had no clue what was going on. Not that those gossiping housewives on the Main Street had any clue.<br/>To get to the forest, there was only one road. Well, there was always the option of trespassing through the fields. It would be foolish to belief that the farmers would appreciate that though. This road led to Chris’ little hut. Nobody was home right now, because he was working and the door was closed. It was possible to enter the forest behind the hut without much difficulty. Despite being quite large it seemed like a ordinary forest. Big trees with their leafy crowns quickly stopped the rays of the sun from being able to touch the ground underneath them. The cool fresh air that smelled like a healthy green forest was a delight to breath in this shaded place. Birds were peacefully singing and all seemed to be alright. The intruders seemed to be able to pass and investigate without any problems. What they would find was up to them. Somewhere near the entrance of the forest, buried a few centimetres beneath the soil, there was a forgotten sign. When cleaning off the dirt and guessing a little, one could read that this forest was owned by someone named Blakesley and that trespassing was prohibited. The sign had probably been buried for so long that rarely anyone in the village would even remember it, so old and rusty has it become. But then again, who would happen to just dig at that particular place and find that sign? It was more likely that the intruders would walk further into the forest. Experienced trackers would be able to identify all the typical forest inhabitants, from squirrels to deer. Even human tracks can be found, although that is not something unusual since hunting and gathering is something that is still being executed. Upon traversing deeper into the forest different tracks could also be possibly found. Bearing some similarity with the tracks of a wolf, yet still being different. Something left by a much bigger and heavier animal. Not only footprints but also scratches in trees and remains of several different animals are spread over the forest. Surely it was possible that some of these tracks were from normal forest inhabitants, however not all of them. Some of the tracks lead inside the forest, some to outside, some left, some right, but none of them seemed to lead to anywhere straight.