<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 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Lynnara isn't gone long, not taking an exceptional amount of time in checking around.  It's not like her; she's usually far more diligent and focused.<br/><br/>"So, I found this," she explained, showing the silver buckle.  "Then I saw a lot of really obvious stuff: broken shrugs, blood on the leaves when there wasn't any before, a trail going onward.  Except, that's not how tracking works."  She shook her head with concern, trying to explain.  "It's...okay, when you hear a bard telling a story, and someone goes from being adamant against to agreeing too readily for no reason, you know something's up.  With tracking, you don't go from no trail to big trail suddenly.  People consistently do small things, like kick over rocks, or a blood flow will be small and consistent."<br/><br/>She pointed towards the trail she found.  "I think it's a trap, another ambush point, deliberately made to try to fool everyone chasing after so that they can gang up and get the advantage again.  Or maybe completely in the wrong direction so you don't find the little stuff that's real."<br/><br/>A soft frown explained that she doubted she was making sense despite her attempts, but actual talking and convincing wasn't her strong suit.  "Up to the boss what we do next, right?"