[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5UM05qWVhJLC4w/canterbury.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] The sounds of snow being crushed underfoot and the flapping of cloth in the wind broke the still silence of the snow covered hills. No longer was Oscar going at a relaxed and aloof pace, the ranger was dashing over hills and slopes like a bat out of hell. In a short span of time, he had covered nearly half of the distance he was away from the main party. His mind was racing with numerous thoughts. Thoughts regarding the remains of a previous group of adventures. Thoughts of their bloodied and broken forms laying still in the snow stained pink by blood or wine. Thoughts if he made the right call and ran back to his party to alert them of the incident further ahead. But most of all, Oscar thought about if he was going to be fast enough to relay the information and save whoever was still alive from the previous party. It wouldn't be long now; a few more seconds and he would be where the cart and his compatriots would be. [hider=Inventory] [list] [*]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 x8 [*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1 [*] Small Hooded Lantern x1 [*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1 [/list] [*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp) [*]Dagger x1 [*]Goblin Ears x3 [*]Small Pelt (Unidentified) x1 [*]Raw Meat x1 [/list] [/hider]