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Oscar approached the goblin corpse and repeated the process of retrieving, cleaning, and cutting the ears off the goblin he had killed from around 30 meters away. Admittedly it was an impressive feat itself that he got the goblin in the head from that far, but impressive feats didn't kill the second crossbow wielding one. A crying shame that is. The ranger then approached the dead elk and pulled down the part of the cloak that covered his nose and mouth. [color=orange]"Real sorry that those monsters desecrated your body."[/color] He said with a voice with utmost sincerity as he crouched down and laid a gloved hand on the body. He was taught during his training to show respect to the animals he hunted. It was only right to do so.

After apologizing to the dead animal, the ranger then carried the goblin corpse and tossed it straight into the river, along with the other two Muu had killed. He was sure that all three were dead but throwing their bodies into the frigid waters of the river reassured him. It was better to be safe than sorry. With that done and over with, Oscar grabs some fresh snow and cleans his gloves and boot of the foul smelling goblin blood before he followed Muu back to the camp.

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Aaaaaand they're gone.

There was barely anything left of the camp. Only signs that their party mates were there previously. [color=orange]"Well ain't this a kick in the head. They left us."[/color] He said while putting his hands on his hips and pursing his lips inward as a sign of his displeasure towards the situation. [color=orange]"I mean the trail is obvious enough for either of us to follow, but...ouch...this is the first time my party left me behind."[/color] Shaking his head side to side, he simply shrugs off the fact that they were abandoned rather quickly. [color=orange]"Hope they still have my hat though."[/color] He comments just as they leave their former camp site and follow the trail their party left behind.

Their trek downstream was undisturbed by traps nor beasts. The small window of peace gave him an opportunity to notice the finer things of the surroundings. If only they weren't religiously following a trail and locating their party before nightfall, he would have chosen to stay a bit longer just that he could absorb it all. Though now was not that time as snow began to fall, beginning to obscure the trail. [color=orange]"Muu wait up. Snow fall is gonna make the trail harder for you to keep track, let me lead for now, okay? I promise I won't get us lost."[/color] He reassured her with a warm smile and a thumbs up before taking the lead.

With the ranger taking the lead, they followed the trail across the spread out waters just as the sun bid the two goodbye and retreated behind the mountains. The warmth was gone, the temperature plummeted. Causing the snowfall to intensify in volume and, with it, any proper visibility. As the temperature went from cold to freezing, it caused the ranger to pull up the hood of his cloak to avoid his ears from freezing off and the snow flakes from hitting his eyes as well as pulling up the front of his cloak to protect his nose and lips. Though the occasional one or ten would wind up causing him to blink away the snow from his lashes. He was far from shivering like a leaf in the wind, but all it took was a wayward blast of wind to turn the cold became an irritating but bearable discomfort to a full blown, and potentially deadly, pain in the ass. 

He feels worry for the blade dancer that followed behind him. If this level of cold was irritating to him, she may be freezing her ass off...hopefully only in a metaphorical sense. She wasn't that used to the cold as he was after all. [color=orange]"Hey, Muu how you holding up?"[/color] He wasn't able to pay that much attention when he saw the path diverge into two sets of wagon trails that were accompanied by footprints. [color=orange]"Oh...two sets of cart trails and foot prints. Goody."[/color] He comments to himself sarcastically as he goes to a knee and examines the two differing trails. He begins to cross examine one from another. Which ones were older/more recent judging by how much the snow had covered the foot prints and the trail itself. A newer one would mean that it was, more likely than not, made by their party. He also examined the depth of the impressions left behind by the people. He would keep an eye out for the deeper and more defined ones. Ettamri and Argen were wearing full sets of heavy armor. That in itself would make a more defined and deeper print than any other; and this was excluding the cumbersome weapons they had as well as Ettamri's size and weight.

Not that he would ever admit it to her, or any woman on that notion, that she was heavy. It would likely save him from her ire and probably spare her heart...if she actually cared about it that is. Ehh...Oz wouldn't risk it either way.

Though, once given an idea as to which trail would be the more recent one and had the deeper and more defined footprints, Oscar would tell Muu that he had probably found their trail and head off to where the trail led to.

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[*]Bow +1
[*]Quiver (20 Broad Head Arrows)
[*]Arrow Bundle (9 Bodkin Arrows)
[*]Trusty Machete
[*]Hunting Attire and Cloak
[*]Wide Brimmed Hat
[*]Durable Backpack[list][*] Sleeping Roll x1
	[*] Mess Kit x1
	[*] Tinderbox x1
	[*] Water Skin x1
	[*] Dried Rations x10
	[*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1
	[*] Small Hooded Lantern x1
	[*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1
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[*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp)
[*]Dagger x 1
[*]Goblin Ears x 3
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