[center][h2]Eldred[/h2]
[h3]South of Tinwarren[/h3][/center] 


Eldred had already regretted coming this far, but his gut assured him this was more than a few air-headed magic types losing themselves in the forest. If the recent greenskin unrest and the existence of these supposedly civilized cobolds were anything to go by, these students could very well be in grave danger, if not already beyond aid. Still suffering a mild headache from the gnome's incessant babbling, the monster hunter found the opportunity to distance himself from her immediate vicinity and took some time to regain his composure. He closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed the bridge of his nose, noticing a shoddy sign just as he opened them. He focused on the inscription, briefly squinting as he went over the foreign characters, and then regarded the path that lay ahead. 

 He was not especially thrilled with the remoteness of their end destination, since it meant that ambushes among other risks were more probable the deeper they went. But they had to press on, what with the current group being all the manpower Orzamar could muster. He wasn't terribly amused by that either. Dismissing some paranoid thoughts, he checked his surroundings, scanning the terrain around him for anything unusual. A procedure performed out of habit by that point, but for good reason.

 [hider][u]Actions:[/u] Eldred performs a WIS(survival) check of 12, to spot any signs of suspicious activity. Tracks, detritus, et cetera. [/hider]