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Mergoux looks after where Smudge vanished, considering for a moment. 
"...We trail her. At least until she's out of the woods. Safer then." she says. 
She looks back at Nebulius.
"And don't dismiss a debt. It's bad luck." she cautions. "Now lets go, I'm not sure how fast she travels or how far she's gone."
She slides her helmet back on and follows after the trail left by Smudge crashing angrily through the brush.


Not too far away, huddled around a fire, are a dozen or so men dressed in the ragged, mismatched clothing of robbers and bandits. They sit around the fire, passing around a cask of ale and planning a stakeout on the nearby road for some highway robberies.