Deep in the woods walked Zaida and Turin, who was following closely behind. The rain continued it's endless downpour on the pair as they trudged through thick mud that threatened to snag one of Turin's boots.<br/>"Is it true?" came the voice of Zaida.<br/>"I-I swear it is. At least that's what I was told. The stranger said that he saw a group of strange warriors take down an adult cremble by themselves and inside was a man. He saw one of the warriors take a shiny object from the deceased man and put it in his pocket. The way he described the object sounded just like your amulet." replied Turin.<br/>Zaida cocked an eyebrow. "Well that's interesting. Did he say anything about the warriors he saw? How many were there? What their race was? What they looked like?"<br/>"I believe he said there were six or seven of them. Only two of them looked like they were from the same race, but otherwise they were bizarrely different. Accompanying them were some sprites."<br/>There was an uneasy silence between the two of them for awhile. Crisp, green leaves danced around them in wind and small raindrops fell to the ground unleashing a fresh, earthy aroma into the air. It wasn't long until they came upon the fallen cremble, just where Turin said they would find it. It was nothing more than bare bone now, not a single strip of meat remained.<br/>"The trail is cold. The rain has washed away any tracks they may have left behind." Zaida said as she stared at the corpse coldly. Turin shrank away in fear of getting abused for disappointing his mistress, but to his surprise he saw a devilish grin cross her face. "Come Turin, perhaps the sprite village can give us more insight into this matter." She said before stepping around the corpse and proceeding towards the home of the sprites.