Tasar knelt down next to a ravaged carcass and pulled his mask down from his face, allowing the stench of death to fill his nostrils. He stood in what once would have been a beautiful grove, now the sight of grizzly murder. A few nights past a traveling caravan had stopped here to make camp and met an untimely end. Suddenly a twig cracked and the Wood Elf turned immediately, eyes scanning for any threats, his long elven ears could hear grass rustling a few yards away. He muffled to himself “Rabbit” and turned back to the scene of carnage as a small hare emerged from the underbrush behind him out of sight.
The murders were cruel, he made 12 attackers. Scanning the area he found two victims had been killed while sleeping, one of whom still had a spear lodged into her sternum. the unmistakable markings on the weapon and lingering stench led to one conclusion.
Tasar followed the tracks for hours, sometimes even finding something dropped by the raiding party in the mud. The elf continued on even as nighttime approached. His race had no need for torches and he was familiar with this land. Suddenly the tracks had stopped in front of a large bush.
Something did not seem right and he investigated only to find a hidden trail behind the shrub. Now things where really getting exciting. he followed the trail but made sure to stay off it and as it took a bend he in turn did so as well, deciding to take high ground. As he arrived atop a slope, he could make out the faint silhouette of a campfire amidst the clouds in the night.
He leaped down and made haste towards the fire.