Long campaigns of secrecy and official nonexistence had rendered the Warden to be naturally inclined against taking any actions that might be noticed by others, even in passing, but he recognized the wisdom in the Knight's words. Were they to stumble across any of the stocked cabins, it would be prudent to at least investigate them for any items they had not managed to procure in town.<br/>Rounding a bend in the path, The travelers came within sight of the river. It was a wide body of water, coursing swiftly between the narrow banks that contained it. Carried along with the flow of water were hundreds of pale yellow oak leaves, tossing and turning in its icy grip. As they drew closer, Elandris observed the smashed remains of what appeared to be a wooden raft, a long rope trailing in the water violently with the current, as if trying to escape its current predicament. The Warden narrowed his eyes, gauging the situation. "Interesting."<br/>With a brief nod to Karrlandren, he took three quick steps towards a thick tree trunk and vaulted himself into its leafy embrace. Spiderlike, he weaved his way upwards through the branches to obtain a better vantage point.