[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][hider=Gear]
- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender. (Not including a white one wrapped around Martyrdom) 
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, approximating twenty-five.
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones. [u][i](One chewed a fair bit)[/i][/u]
- The best beef jerky he had. [u][i](4/6 meals remaining)[/i][/u]
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.
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Lorenzo looked at the peculiar structure in front of him, patting Col's steed as he inspected it at face-value. He smiled at Martyrdom's revitalization from the water, but he could only spare a little time to acknowledge and appreciate the dog's excitement. He took everything into account as he looked at the area at a glance. Everything seemed normal aside from the key-shaped carving in the rock and the... tracks? They looked foreign from the greaves of the knight, the slippers of the Marque, and the boots of the doctor. Additionally, the Marque seemed to recall the feelings of negativity. Lorenzo could feel them too, if only faintly through the Marque's own aura.

Though, despite the negativity, Lorenzo remained largely unmoved. He'd been through these emotions many times before, the remnants of them were absolutely god awful, but he didn't want to cower. He felt the negativity, sure, but he didn't feel like he should cower because of it. He still certainly didn't trust the emotions, and they made him shiver harshly, like they were a brisk cold feeling. To the group, Lorenzo whistled twice to summon his trusty hound to his side, following up with an explanation. [color=a187be]"Fellows, observe these tracks. Martyrdom can lead us in the direction of what made them. He wouldn't mind at all."[/color]