Veo moved right behind Alice following after her into the woods. Footprints can vanish pretty easy in the winter due to the snow. However, it looked as if luck would be on their side this time. As the four companions traversed the woods pushing past bushes and trees. Veo began to wonder how far these bandits went, perhaps they headed for their camp. If so there might be more of them then they could handle. He bit down on his bottom lip praying that they would catch the bandits before they made it to their camp. Then again the old man never gave a head count to how many of the bandits there was. He kept his eyes on Alice, every so often looking to his left or his right for any thing. 

  Eventually Eirika put her wings to use spreading them out and taking flight. She felt the group could use a birds eye few for help in spotting any enemy. It was a little tougher then she thought due to the trees sometimes blocking her view. What she decided to do instead was look for any source of a fire or some kind of sign that they where nearing the enemy camp. She did spot something thought, however it was white smoke. Usually a sign that the bandits may have left their camp. White smoke was only seen if the fire had already gone out and was just steam. She back down and continued to run beside Elduin.
"I spotted some sort of smoke, I think it is just steam though which is a bad sign. The bandit's may have come and gone already." She said.

 The news of this finding did not sit well with the satyr. He grimaced and cursed. I suppose it would be no surprise seeing as they got what they wanted from the wagon. No sense in sticking around now, he felt a little discouraged as if the gem was lost to him forever. He would not give up though until they saw the camp. Who knows they might have just put out the fire in order to try to hide their camp from any pursuers. 
As they followed the tracks he started to get a bad feeling though. The feeling was joined by a awful smell that he could not figure out. It smelled like blood and wondered if he was the only one who smelled it. They hadn't even started to get that close to the camp yet and he could already smell it. He wondered if the smell was giving anyone else a horrible feeling as well. 

 He then began to think good thoughts, perhaps the Jarl's men had already hit the bandit camp ahead of time. Perhaps, the Jarl might have his gem now and is holding it for him. That would be some good news indeed if it were true. Then he saw something, a blood trail leading away from the direction of the camp and arcing around to a tree. He moved to investigate and saw a dead man dressed in leather armor. The armor was torn from what would like a sword. However, what killed the man were the tooth marks in his neck, he must have been attacked with a sword and tried to flee and some sort of animal bit him on the neck to silence him. He was starting to feel it in his stomach now. As if his gut told him that it wasn't the Jarl who killed these bandits. Something else did..... but what? 

   He decided to rejoin the others. "Lets continue to that camp. Hopefully we will get more clues as to what is going on here..... whatever it is I don't like it." He said. His pace slowing to a walk, the blood was his new trail. It had to lead to the camp and sure enough it did. What the group came upon was torn tents and more fallen bandits. Their bodies laying everywhere and no clue as to what had killed them. Except for one thing, some of them had slashes across their armor like that of the bandit they found. Three bodies had been beheaded by what looked like from a giant cleaver. The rest of the bodies had flesh torn from their arms from some sort of animal that had bit them. These bandits were slaughtered and once more no clue as to what they were attacked by. At least that was until he entered the main tent and saw a large animal tearing pieces off of the bandits leader. The animal was a warg,... the warg wore something that gave him the only clue he needed to know about who attacked these bandits. It had a iron collar around its neck. It was spiked and blackened to give the warg a more terrifying presence. Veo rose his crossbow up and fired a bolt at it to get it's attention. 

   The bolt nailed it in it's side and it yelped and then growled as it turned around to charge at him. Veo moved to get another bolt out and place it on the crossbow ,however the warg was charging in at him faster then he could load it.....


      ..... Eirika and Elduin were checking around the camp for anything that would be of interest. Veo mentioned some kind of jewel and so they began to look for it. Hopefully it might still be here.