The Triboar trail was a well travelled trail. There were signs of tracks in the dirt from all manner of creatures. Humanoid, horses and beasts of burden, as well as the tell tail mark of heavy wagon wheels moving in both directions along the trail. It could be difficult to discern precisely whose tracks are whose, and certainly the closer one moved towards the steeds the more chaotic and scratched the footprints became.<br/><br/>from a distance the arrows were nothing remarkable. Roughly made, not crafted by a master fletcher, but clearly serviceable for their intended purpose.