Shane stepped along easily, cautious eyes watching the path as they walked. Rangers were trained to see not only the signs of the forest, but also to see signs that were not part of the forest. The most obvious ones were the pieces of dirty cloth, dark puddles between trees in patches on the path, and the irregular piles of dirt, covered to appear as regular underbrush and 'natural'.<br/><br/><em>'A rather unfortunate choice of words, paladin,'</em>Shane thought, a hand going to his belted dagger, dropping the blade into his open palm.<br/><br/>A bird called out, the cry echoing in the forest. The ranger's eyes flickered. "There's someone else taking the forest air..." He whispered, more to himself than anyone else.