"...be worried about that guy that got away?" she heard, as she drew closer to the camp, listening in.<br/><br/>"Nah, even if he did get back to town, who's going to find us out here? With that dust we picked up a few weeks back, ain't no one could follow that magicked path," another voice said. "Now, pass me some of that wine."<br/><br/>"Fair enough. Should probably lay low for a day or two, anyway, in case they send some guards."<br/><br/>"Yeah, agree with that.... say, do you hear something? Sounds like a big-fuckin' bir-- oh, shit! Look up there!"<br/><br/>The one speaking suddenly looked upwards, spotting her as she swooped past the camp (Natural 20 on his Perception) "Shit, that things looks big enough to be a person! Shoot it, shoot it quick!"