[<strong>Morgan</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br/><br/>With great effort the scrawny tiefling pulled a arrow out of the carcass and held it up with a raised brow. It was awfully short for an arrow, but not short or thick enough to be a quarrel for crossbow use. The shaft was barely straight, still covered in nooks and knots, and the feathers seemed as if plucked from a sick crow.<br/><br/>"It would seem to me, an educated guess<br/>That there are goblins afoot in this area..."<br/><br/>She looked down with a squint, her eyes caught by a tiny detail. One of the horses had white spots on its ears much like... she dropped the arrow and stepped back with a dramatic gasp, pointing at it with her other hand raised to her brow.<br/><br/>"What is this murder most foul 'fore my eyes?<br/>Tis Gundren and Sildar's mounts, laid low thus!"