"Fuckin'....fuck..." Iris grits her teeth as Duponte disappears.  She slows down a bit, though keeps moving in the direction he last went, her eyes watching for any signs of movement.  "Fuckin' wizards...fuckin' magic..."<br/><br/>Her eyes scan the ground, looking for footprints appearing in the grass, or dirt.<br/><br/>(Attempting to track Duponte.  Total of +5 on the survival check.)