[@Rogue Colm][@BurningDaisies]

Ishalla was honestly glad they made such good progress, yet when she saw the tree in the middle of the road she looked around extra carefully. There was a reason to this for sure, the scourge marks hinted on natural ones, but she suspected that magic was not out of the question. She didn't believe it was her own lightning breath that had caused it, and if there was someone of her kin here, it was either really good... or really bad. [color=blue]"A Lone Tree blocking the path... Keep eyes out for bandits. Someone might have hoped to catch a cart on its path to the outpost... and that someone might decide to jump a group of adventurers in the cover of dark"[/color] she said as she scanned ahead, she looked for possible traps even thought it might slow down their progress.

Some might call it being a bit paranoid, but in a new place such as this... and from what she had seen so far she was very glad she was that extra bit careful. Althought Gune's comment made her sneer coldly at him... calling her 'fat Scales' was very insulting. [color=blue]"what was that?... "[/color] she growled as she tighened her grip on her mace just for show. She quickly went back to scanning their surroundings however as she looked for possible traps and ambushes while proceeding towards the encampment at the 'same' pace.

[hider=Rolls]
Perception: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1305]15[/url]
-15+0
Survival: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1304]18[/url] 
-18+0. 
[/hider]