{{Is it fair for me to ask whether Chrrou met the check by a margin of less than five, a margin of five or more but less than twenty, or a margin of twenty or greater, seeing as it determines the speed at which he can track and follow along the path?}}<br/><br/>Chrrou mumbles audibly as he sniffs, concentrating hard and trying to pick apart the scents, not to mention trying to match them up to the reports of the monsters the escaped survivor had given. "The mice. ...Cat... avian, wolf, elf, orc..." He pauses, shuddering a little as his eyes draw wider. "...Dragon...?" The mouse slowly stands, noticably troubled, but he only shoulders his pack and rubs his paws together. "...I never asked how many actually meant to come and try to rescue the survivors," Chrrou states with a brief glance at Takal, "but I can lead anyone keen on finding them. ...in just a moment. And anyone coming... we're going to be moving quickly." Reaching a paw into his cloak and nodding in deference to the others the party passes by in the tunnel, he moves to head just a little further up along the passage toward the surface.