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Tamora
Tamora walked out into the clearing and shaded her eyes from the harsh sunlight. She smiled at the relief she heard in Balth’s comments. “Maybe a small celebration,” she said and took the proffered wineskin and took a cautious swig. Her eyes widened in what looked like pleasant surprise at first but when she swallowed her face screwed up a little and she gave a small involuntary shiver. “Hmm . . . interesting . . .” she said passing it along and nodding her thanks to Balth.
She walked a little way away from the others and looked around uncertainly. They had found their objective but she was not entirely sure that she liked it. Part of her concern was doubtless due to the damage done to the forest – she had expected a subtle trail such as her people might have made not this trampled road. But most of all she felt exposed. Large numbers could use such a trail with impunity but they were few in number and she was unsure how to make the party safe. She looked at the trees lining the route reflecting on how the change in perspective altered them from a place of comfort to a source of danger.
Still, she doubted she’d be able to persuade the others back into the embrace of the forest and in any case the trail would speed up their progress considerably. Reducing the time they were exposed to danger, even if, in her judgement, it increased the level of it, might not be such a bad thing. First things first though. “I need some time to try to learn something from these tracks,” she called over to the others, “keep an eye open.” That said she moved around studying the ground across the whole width of the track paying particular attention to the edges where the traffic might have been lighter.
[ 05-19-2007, 06:55 AM: Message edited by: Armen ]
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