<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jump right into our fast forward to tomorrow afternoon or treat this as a preview to our next thrilling episode.</div></div>You’ve been off the road for hours, Theodore leading through the byways of the Last Ride for the better part of the morning. You are accompanied by 6 horsemen, including two of Drusilia’s men. She, for her part, is elegant as always, even having traded her flowing skirts pleasingly tight breeches and a coat split for riding. The green shades of her costume even seem chosen specifically to match the grey coat of her palfrey. Kerith, for his part, has also covered his white surcoat with a drab hunting coat and rides his black destrier at the head of the party with Ted. It’s been several hours since you’ve seen any sign of civilization but Ted never fails to find the landmark or deertrack he says they would cross in twenty minutes, twenty minutes ago.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spot DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">I did not just see a sword tucked between her saddle and horse blanket. I mean, not like the long poniard she’s carrying at her belt or the oversized cleavers her men carry, a real sword. </div></div><br/>Nor does his familiarity stop soon as he calls a stop and points out something to Kerith as the lord’s hand moves to his sword.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ted or DC 20 Spot or Survival checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">There is a track crossing your path 40 feet ahead. An indeterminate number of lightly laden men crossed stealthily from your right to left. The tracks are not an hour cold and there are no settlements for fifteen miles in any direction. Smugglers! Or bandits on the hunt, more likely, due to being lightly laden. <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ted or Knowledge (local) DC 25</div><div class="spoiler_body">The track leads toward brush that can get too thick for the horses in about a mile.</div></div> <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">dismounting and inspecting closely with a Track DC25</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving closer to inspect the track, 12-15 men, possibly actively hunting another on foot. <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Track DC 28</div><div class="spoiler_body">Likely a half-orc in with 13 other men, and they were chasing an elf and a woman, also lightly laden. The elf’s injured and likely couldn’t have run more than another mile. The woman was slowing her flight, presumably for the elf’s sake.</div></div></div></div></div></div>