Slipping through the fog shrouded trees, Bruna was sure of a few things. While rumours of a beast of some sort had drawn her here from Buche, so far she hadn't seen anything she could consider firm evidence, though the were plenty of stories. Inevitably they all seemed to take place just that bit further along, carried by merchants and bards, or part of the lore of a region itself.<br/><br/>Tonight though ... tonight the forest was holding its breath. Few birds called among the trees, and any movement of animals was quick and furtive. Tonight, even the hunters moved like prey.<br/><br/>Such was the quiet that the raised voices she heard carried fairly clearly, though the fog muffled them somewhat. Her own skills were up to the task for bringing her to them, and she found herself near the river. Not too far distant a ship sat unmoving, while what she would presume to be crew moved on and around it. A small group on the bank near it, discussing something, though she could only catch occasional words.<br/>