Skarra stopped when Icarian stopped and watched him from afar as he studied the fart tracks. When the Dryad started coming back, he braced himself slightly and placed a hand on the grip of his sword only to notice the Dryad walking past him. The Centaur followed again from afar before being gestured over. When he approached and leaned in to see the tracks, he smirked.
"That explains why the tracks became lighter ahead. They unloaded the Mythril" he noted and chuckled, raising his human torso back up and looked towards the darkness where the tracks led to.
"They turned from the road and headed south along the Chugack mountains. By the looks of the tracks before, the large group that headed across the road before was the rest of the bandit camp" he noted before turning to Icarian.
"I hope you don't have any troubles in Black Forest, since it seems we'll be heading there next"
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