<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 19/19<br/>HD 2/2d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/><br/>Spellcasting:<br/>L1:  ☐ ☐<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Soon enough, Lynnara came back to the rest of the group, a frown of frustration upon her features.<br/><br/>"So, the bad news, there's just way too much traffic going in and out of the tavern for me to try to figure out what boots and footprints belong to whom," she explained.  "We're in a town, after all."<br/><br/>Taking a breath to ease her annoyance, she gave the rest of her plan.  "Now, they're either here in town or they aren't.  If they're in town, we should be able to find them; someone should know where they are.  If they left, someone in town will hopefully at least be able to give us a particular direction they went.  If I know the general direction, especially if someone is talented in making it through the wilderness and wants to help me look for tracks and/or wants to guide my steps with magic, then I'll be able to follow their trail to whatever hideout they have."<br/><br/>She would repeat the explanation to anyone who came back soon after she said this.