<strong><span class="bbc_u">In the forest</span></strong><br/><br/>Marcus spent the better part of the morning retracing they previous night's scuffle. The only trouble he had was getting acrossed the river....it was a little cold compared to his normal inclination. Though traveling the better part of two hours and finding the blood trail after a night was not beyond him...it still took time. At the end of his tracking, he'd find the unconcious wolf wounded fromt he night before. Would it prove any use to him?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>....meanwhile back in the tavern...</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Those who passed their checks</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>The smell is belladonna...or wolfsbane. slightly toxic to humans....unless ingested, then it is fairly toxic. Known to repell lycans....particularly werewolfs and lupines. </strong></div></div><br/>The sherriff would take an annoyed look with the devil touched gunslinger. The woman was of comparable size to the half orc. Though Valerianna was not the sort to be triffled with. She'd known this type.<br/><br/>The sherrif though obviously lacked patience, as she barely listened to the accounts of the group. It was as if she had just waited to hear them finish speaking so she could pass judgement. "Lycans? A battle?", she bellowed, obviously showing an avoidance of the subject, under the guise of haughty disbelief. "touble has been occuring, but there are no lycans in these parts. We've found no tracks and we don't have sufficient herds to saite their appeteite. How about you tell me about a green cloaked and redheaded young man. I'm sure that he's the source of this mess. He's the one spreading rumors and detering travelers from comming into to town. Tell me what you know about Alex Grayson", the sherrif commanded. Her hand on her blade....as if hungry to cut the young man down.<br/><br/>The group at the table could easily see that Vlad took notes and walked away. No emotion was betrayed by the inquisitor's focused stare.