<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><em>Health: 60/60</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception Check:  At 2020-04-29 13:45:31, Josh Arcanum (uid: 45842) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146512)<br/>Initiative Roll:  At 2020-04-29 15:50:12, Josh Arcanum (uid: 45842) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146516)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>With the deal done, Gurlove and Angelique would prepare for the task.  Taking some rations with them that would keep them fed on the trip was about all that they would need aside from their basic equipment.  It wouldn't be a long trip as the nest had to be less than a day away in order for them to be attacking caravans in the forest.  What Gurlove did do was ask some of the nuns about the area and learn a bit from them, giving her a vague idea of where to start just based on where different areas they had been recently and what ones they hadn't.  Her thought process being that the places that no one had been in a while would be more likely to house what they were seeking.  But they were also fortunate, in a strange way of thinking, that they would have a clear starting point in the form of a destroyed caravan.<br/><br/>It was still midmorning when they would arrive on the scene of the caravan.  Not that there was really a whole lot to see at this point.  Aside from the ruined wagon, there was nothing left but some bloodstains in the grass and a lot of trample marks that indicated a direction of travel.  Gurlove grunted at what Angelica said to her as she looked around.  The bodies were even gone and she hoped that Angelique hadn't figured out why they would be taken.  Gurlove knew, of course, she had seen this sort of thing before, but she still felt a certain desire to protect her Pretty Thing from some of the darker and more disturbing elements of these situations.  She looked at the wagon for a moment.  It could probably be repaired, but that wasn't really her problem or her skill set.  But she would be able to report that back to Zofyassa if the woman wanted to try and salvage it.<br/><br/>Standing up to her full height, her eyes would look to the clear trail headed east.  There was no doubt that that was the direction they were going to be going, the only question for Gurlove was whether they followed the trail itself or tried to stay off to the side of it.<strong>"They will not have left anyone behind right now,"</strong>she said,<strong>"They will have wanted to bring all their spoils to the nest to protect it.  So we will have a window to get closer.  But still be mindful.  No telling what we may encounter in woods like this."</strong>As she said that, she would loosen the axe on her back so that it would be easier to draw when something happened.  Because she knew that it wasn't really a matter of if, but rather it was a matter of when.  They were walking into a fight, there was no doubt in her mind.  Zofyassa might've wanted them to try and find a peaceful resolution, but Gurlove highly doubted that peace was something that would be reached.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she would start to walk down the path that had been cut by earlier movements.  It was hard to tell just how many there were as the trail was a sloppy mess of footprints, drag marks, and blood, but she would have to guess at least half a dozen, probably more.<strong>"You stick close to Gurlove,"</strong>she said as she turned her head towards Angelique,<strong>"But not so close as to stop her from drawing axe."</strong>She didn't say much after that, focused instead on looking for any hints that they weren't alone.  Each step along the path was another step towards a nasty fight, she knew.  All she didn't know for sure was just how costly that nasty fight would be to them.  And while she was a bit worried about that, she was always a bit excited to find out.