[b]Lenier[/b]

The lack of Tyrants was unusual but not unwelcome, easing their passage and allowing them to move after the scavengers easier. Lenier was all for that, and not as inclined to idle conversation while they were on the move. Otherwise they might miss a sign that could lad them to their destination. 

First they found a collapsed entrance, indicating that the scavengers had tried to come back, only to find themselves locked out by the fallen rubble. That explained a lot, at the very last why they were out here right now on a rescue mission. There was no particular danger, it was just difficult for the scavengers to get to another entrance route that was not cut off. 

"Might as well get this," Lenier muttered to himself as he stepped up to the rubble, lashing out with solid blows that soon reopened the hole to the catacombs down below. Even if there was that nagging voice that said it would be more fun to leave it as it was, and go the long way around back to safety. He was able to ignore that though, at least for the moment. 

With that done he turned, following the tracks onwards to wherever they might lead. Smooth steps moved past large buildings impaled by spires, the chaotic destruction of the Tyrants made manifest. It was an old sight, yet there was always a new stance, a new setup that kept it from getting too boring. And in all that the next clue was found, with a scavenger laying on the ground. It was hard to tell what had happened, but the way the man clung at his leg was a good sign that he'd been left behind for a reason. 

Lenier watched for a few moments before shaking his head. "Guess they went this way," he said to himself before he move on, looking for a way to ascend the spire, and follow the tracks as long as they lasted