A scattering of light showers blew through the area in the depths of the night. The rain was gone the next day, leaving the morning overcast and humid. Everything felt slightly slimy as moisture clung stubbornly to every surface, and it lingered even as the hours past because there was not enough sun to burn the wetness away.

When he noticed the orcesses stirring in their camp, Djoth stumped over from where he had probably spent the night on sentry duty, watching them to make sure they didn't either cause trouble or try to run out on the job.

"And remember, no silver unless you bring proof that you've killed the guy." Either he was naturally overly-suspicious or the grumpy old man had been swindled before.

There was muttering on either side as the tiny town turned out to watch the orcs leave. There was an easy dirt path down to the river and along its muddy banks, but then that ended and the hunters were on their own. There wasn't anything particularly unusual about the forest. It just happened to be the kind of woods where the gaps between the trees were crowded with crunchy, noisy underbrush, mean thorns, and the mud underfoot was soft and sucked at their boots. 

Game trails occasionally crossed their path as they headed in the general direction of the little valley, but four armed orcs made enough noise that few animals actually appeared.