Varatt walked through the woods as quietly as possible. He knew that he and Nimue would possibly run into whoever set Reigna free, so he had forgon his heavy and noisy metal armor and settled for a studded leather replacement. Pausing for a moment, the old man knelt down and examined the tracks the two of them were following. Whoever was aiding that wench was a capable individual. They had made following the tracks a nightmare. Luckily though, Varatt had a few decades of experience tracking far more dangerous and elusive creatures.<br/><br/>"We're getting closer." He said to Nimue in a hushed tone. "The tracks here are very fresh. Keep a hand on your blade, and your ears open. When we find them, we will not confront the two of them right away. We will stay hidden and listen to as much as we can. Maybe we can find out what exactly they are doing here without trying to wring any answers out of them ourselves. I am not exactly in the mood for interrogations.<br/>"And remember, when we do confront them, be careful. They may try to fight. If that does happen though, try to disarm or maim them only. You can't gain anything from a dead man or woman."<br/><br/><br/>After only a few more minutes of tracking, the old man quickly signaled to Nimue to remain silent. They were close enough now to faintly hear voices, one male and the other female. Crouching low to the ground, the duo carefully made their way to the edge of a small clearing.<br/><br/>One of the people outside the tent was definitely Reigna, though Varatt didn't think he recognized the man with her. Listening to their conversation, he learned that his intuition about the sheriff the night before was indeed correct. That, and he was incredibly thankful that Maric had decided to wait for Samantha and take her with him. If these two managed to sneak around them and back to the house with her in it, he shuddered at the thought of what the young lady would be forced to go through.<br/><br/>"Do not move a muscle!" Varatt said loudly as he came out of cover, his warhammer in hand. "I am glad to see that you are not dead Reigna, because now we can keep Faren out of prison, and put you in it.<br/>"And I would not worry about his wellbeing if I were you. If that boy is half as good as Maric has told me, a simple pair of shackles won't prevent him from kicking that sheriff's ass if he tries anything.<br/>"Now," He continued, hefting his heavy weapon towards Reigna's accomplice. "You are going to step back from her, and put your hands against the tree. Do not attempt to grab any weapons, because that will result in me crushing your bones."