Gwenaël held the bow in his hands. It was a solid weapon, made of good wood, the kind from a tree that bends in a gale instead of breaking. Gwenaël had always fancied the weapon, ever since he had met the man at the lodge. The hunter had been his first friend after he moved south out of the Frozen North; he introduced Gwenaël to the other hunters and helped him start a new life in Lysithea. It was a horrible shame he met his end; an embarrassing end for such a hunter to be taken out by a lone goblin.

At the very least, Gwenaël could give his old friend some vengeance. The ranger [url=http://orokos.com/roll/160701]searched his memory[/url] for what he knew about Goblin tactics, and figured that the main attack should happen around a week after their screens move in. "If we're going to try stop the Goblins, we need to get moving immediately. If he was attacked by the scout three days ago, the goblins should already be on the move. They might strike in a few days - near about the amount of time it would take us to cover the ground to where he was attacked. If we can hurry, we [i]might[/i] be able to cut them off before they make their attack. If we don't, we will likely arrive too late to be of any help." 

[i]Dammit, Anoriath, you always leave a mess for others to clean,[/i] the ranger cursed silently to himself. It was time to hunt some goblins.