It was just an hour before sunrise, with the light of the moon and stars quickly waning, when Deorlin spotted the trail of the perpetrators. Though not a tracker, Anglachel had seen enough tracks in his days to see the thieves were clearly trying to cover their trail. Fortunately for the pursuers, the comings and goings of ten horses are not easily masked.
“Well spotted Deorlin,” complimented Anglachel. His breath was plain to see in the intensely cold air, but the adrenaline of the newly begun chase was still serving to keep the chill at bay. The thought of the roaring fire and a frothy pint of ale at the White Horse was far from his mind as he hastily put together the few known pieces of the current puzzle.
“We now at least know a bit more about these thieves,” he theorized to the group. “If they took the time to disguise their tracks then they must legitimately be heading east. One must assume then that they are in fact Easterlings, but why they would travel such a long distance to risk stealing horses from Edoras itself is still a mystery that must be unraveled. Perhaps there will be some clues to be found for this riddle now that we have discovered the right path to take.”
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