[@AzureKnight] [color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill[/b][/color] After searching thoroughly, they found horse tracks that lead straight to the estate. Seeing those, it was a simple manner of following it back to the origin. Though the actual journey itself was still lengthy as Skarsneek was on the trail. Sniffing the air occasionally to detect anything unusual but continued the hunt. It seemed that the perpetrators slacked on this or was confident enough that it wiped everyone out. [color=ed145b][i]Then again, they nearly did.[/i][/color] Skarsneek idly reminded himself as they headed to the Onrai region. Heading into the deeper parts of the forest, Skarsneek finally found their clue as they came to a dinky-looking inn at the wayside. Getting closer, he picked out a conversation occurring and slowed his breath. Hmm, so they think she's dead? Good. Skarsneek quickly strategized, deducing that the female speaker is probably the one in-charge. But orders? Did this mean there's still a mastermind behind this? Doesn't matter, he'll unravel the one responsible by making sure the female gets captured first. The others, he can leave it to fate, Sorae or Hinami. Maybe not Hinami, on second thought. His thoughts was broken when Atsuha consulted him on their next move. Speaking low enough that they can't be heard, Skarsneek outlined their plan of action. [color=ed145b]"Boffum."[/color] He blurted out directly and emphasized with a raised finger. Getting only confusion before he elaborated. [color=ed145b]"Spells and webs, I'll distract and smack them."[/color] [color=ed145b]"Make sure they're captured alive. Be a little rough, its fine."[/color] With that, Skarsneek quietly sneaked closer to the trio. His clubs at the ready and carefully, circled around them so that their backs would against Atsuha line of fire. Meanwhile, he was approached them from the other side to hem them in. Like a panther, Skarsneek dared to get close as he can. Almost closer to arms reached as he hid and clung to any buildings to prevent them from seeing him. A moment passed, and then, without hesitation, Skarsneek sprung from his spot like a lightning out of the blue. No words or screams, just pure instinct left. Clubs raised upwards for an attack as he aimed to isolate at least one of them. Didn't matter if it were man or woman, he'll fell on them. --- [@PaulHaynek] [color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironhide tribe[/b][/color] He gestured to Nobutada to get on with it as the latter led the way into the cellar. Following close-by and ears ready in case any of the Varjan came back for a second round or locked them into the cellar before setting it on fire. Going deeper into the dark, Gringor eyes adjusted to it quickly and sniffed the air. A twitch of his eyes as he realized something was already off, plenty of humans stuck together underneath a cellar should've left a strong scent. Yet there was barely any of that. Even as Nobutada went to search for his brothers, Gringor took a quick look at the cellar that housed supplies. Regratably, it was empty. The Varjans had cleaned it out completely. That was...annoying. Gringor tapped his head and maintained his wits despite the rising temper and placated it with deep breath. Just in time for Nobutada to request him to lead the way. Grunting and hefting his axe, Gringor twisted and quickly marched. Not even looking backwards to see if Nobutada can keep up with him. His job was done here, he gathered only one but it was the tough one. His pace set would be a grueling one as he made haste and went right for their meeting point. Only stopping once or twice to cover the tracks and mislead any pursuer should they follow. Gringor would arrive at the meeting point to see Takeshi and co, assuming nothing happen in the way.