Finding footprints near the dead troll was reassuring for them both, and and interesting sight for Fendros, who had not seen a troll that close up before. Continuing on with the meandering tracks was difficult, but there next clue might be a help, if a rancid one.

"Well, on the bright side," Fendros said, standing behind Ahnasha trying not to breath in too heavily through his nose, "if it's Meesei who stepped in this, her trail is going to be easier to find for a while... whatever this stuff is." Detecting a sickly sweet taste in the air, Fendros paused for a moment and knelt down closer to the film on the log, "is that... honey? The last time I smelled a blend like that was when my brother disgraced himself by the town wall one night. It was a mead night." Fendros looked to Ahnasha, "I hope this isn't Meesei's bile, she might have been driven to sickness with all that walking... and troll riding."

Fendros stood up, relieving his nose of the brunt of the terrible scent, and started moving on. The search was taking a long time. Fendros wasn't quite sure what they should expect to find, but Ahnasha's anxiety was rubbing off on him.