Lucretius' open mouth allows the breeze to fill his lungs, the unmistakeable taste of bloodier iron fills his senses, it is quiet obvious to him that something happened here. Something violent, indeed.

Looking into the grass and dirty around this dishevelled and abandoned camp-site, you see trails of dark blood leading toward the edge of the steep cliff and upon said ledge teeters a wooden shield.

Upon further inspection there are also various exploration equipment amongst the bushes and tall grass that encirlce the dead fire.


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[b][i]Blood trail found.
Signs of combat.
Rope, torches, a pick and other smaller items found.[/i][/b]