[center][color=5ffb01][h1]Voth[/h1][/color][/center]

More than happy to be left alone once more when the group began speaking to each other, Voth did what he always did when traveling with others. He opened his senses, and took in the world around them. Bits of information would trickle in as he did. Taking in names of people and names from the discussion and even forming thoughts about the nature of the group's purpose. Mention of the poster brought to mind the Hourglass Coven, the hags who currently ruled this area of the Fey Wilds, as the ones likely to have posted such a bounty. At the time, he didn't think it worth mentioning.

When they did start traveling, Voth did his best to keep his eyes and ears open. Being a scout for his own people, the effort came naturally to him. Given he was the tallest in the group, even from the back it wasn't hard to keep a look out ahead of them. What tipped him off as they came upon the owlbear was the smell more than anything. Predators had a distinct scent. One he had long known to keep his nose open for.

"[i][color=5ffb01]Ever vigilant Grankhul, for your guidance I offer sight.[/color][/i]" He would speak his prayer once more as they approached, in his native tongue and as quietly as he was able. Brushing his thumb across his eyes, he would let Grankhul's guidance choose where his sight fell on the path ahead.


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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29835]28[/url] on the survival check with guidance.
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When the chariot and owlbear came into view, Voth quickly took stock of the situation. The only tracks that could be seen were those of the creature and the vehicle. No signs of anyone nearby, and no signs of whoever the owner might be. To his sight, a particular piece of splintered wood seemed to stick out in more vivid colors. Heeding the guidance of his god, Voth would crane his neck up, looking into the chariot without approaching closer. Sure enough, the claw marks inside suggested whatever driver had been inside had been attacked. With no evidence of anyone fleeing the area, there was only one conclusion that could be drawn.

"[color=5ffb01]Be aware. Whoever the driver was, they were carried away by a winged creature. Doubtful we will see either. Without its master, the beast is unlike to be calm. More like to be underfed and in want of a meal. If we intend to plunder the cart it would be best to slaughter the creature quickly. Spook it overmuch and it may flee, and any plunder with it."[/color]