There was a brief, whispering flurry of branches whipping through the sky above the Knight's head, as Elandris launched himself through the air to a tree on the other side of the path. Keeping up with Karrlandren was somewhat difficult when the latter was steadily advancing on horseback, but Elandris was nevertheless scrutinizing the riverside. Due to his distance from the ground, he was unable to discern signs of passage as Karrlandren was currently doing, but was instead surveying the far side of the river, wary of any potential ambushes.<br/><br/>There were several possibilities for the destruction of the raft in the Warden's mind. It was unlikely, but possible that it had been disabled by Orcs in an attempt to prevent civilized forays or war parties into the forest. More believably, it had been humans from their side, hoping to prohibit Orcs from the same action. Or, reflected the Warden's suspicious mind, it had been destroyed by the last person to utilize it. Someone who hadn't wanted to be followed.<br/><br/>Elandris pulled a short stabbing knife from one of his many sheaths, before making a perilous dive to the next tree, the last before the path opened up to encompass the clearing by the riverside. Sliding down the trunk, he stepped out into the open, weapon ready to confront whatever might have been lying in wait.