Nava's eyes could quickly pick up traces of minor magics in the area. Most of it was fading but some glamours had been put to use in the place. Near the bushes, and at the treetops, but also a bit further off, where a guard lay fallen. The guard had been shot, but his sword was drawn and still grasped by the dead guard his body rigid on the ground. The blade in his hand was soaked in blood, and bloody trail lead away from the scene, to a spot where the ground was covered in tracks, something had stomped around there for a good while. Horse-shoes imprint was familiar enough in the muddy soil, but there were others too.<br/><br/>The bloody traile paused at the edge of that muddy ground, if tracks lead somewhere from there it was hard to tell, but there was a scroll's remnants thrown aside. The magic that had been used there had been powerful, and whoever had been wounded had stopped bleeding on a spot that was now covered with just ashes.<br/><br/>Deacon and Dahlia began the search, but anyone that began to look about would soon enough begin to spot other signs. Three platforms had been built up on the trees, two on the side that the carriage had been shot at, and one on the other side. At the opposite side lay a dead woman on that platform, clad in simple black cotton clothing, and holding a large crossbow at ready. Masterwork, with a bolt readied with a blue glimmer along it. The bolt itself was obviously charged with magic, and the platforms still radiated a magical presence. Someone had enchanted the platforms with an extended glamour of some sort, a cheapened version of an elven cloak's enchantments. Making them blend in the treetops, for a while at least. Their magic was falling apart, but it was enough to say no apprentice did it.<br/><br/>There was one more body to be found, as Dahlia's steps came to one of the bushes. Laying on his back was a pale elf, with an arrow in his chest, eyes shut, and a slow, weary breath. The man had been injured but left alive, although barely. He must have been laying there a fair while already. The robes were also covered in mud and dirt on their back and elbows and knees. Uncouncious and silent.<br/><br/><hr/>((OOC-Thread is Finally up. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152417.0)))