Lucretius approaches the cliffside fire, and casts only a brief glance towards the satchel as he sniffs at the air. "This reeks of deceit." He commented nonchalantly. "This fire was not put out, but burned until it died. Only a small group at most could have stopped here, and they must have been forced to abandon the area." He surveyed the terrain around the burnt out fire and the satchel with furrowed brows for several moments, his lips parted faintly with baited breath.

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Search check. 18+4+3=25. Checking for signs or evidence of combat, habitation, or anything out of place.