<em>As the lovely Elrerra made her threats whilst dressing herself in the clothes she could quickly get upon herself for modesty, the merchant continues to enjoy the show of her being humiliated and made to serve in the plight of his favor if only by circumstances. His eyes linger upon her body, eagerly having unclean thoughts of her that would give goosebumps to the slave priestess. All she had was seemingly her rather flattering armor and her boots. It wouldn't do well for the lowly drow woman to suddenly get a piece of sharp rock in her foot. None the less he said nothing of the threats and he lets Aron do what he must do and watches the noble mage and his servant join the scouts on their endeavors. As they move onwards into the woods and the unknown...</em><br/><br/>(The DM rolls... 18)<br/><br/><em>The rogue, Masumi is well masked and as he pressed onwards he could see the track continue along to the right. Onwards towards what appeared to be a foot path that skirts a plateau that goes higher along it the further they go. Soon however they come across a bridge made of oaken planks and looks to be hempen rope. Beneath them is a small set of rapids that wash upon rocks before settling some thirty feet down at a shoreline on the opposite side of the bridge. One would not want to fall down below. By the dirt trail being read by Aten, it appears the captive was taken in this direction.</em>