[ArwenBaggins]

After noticing all of the farmers and herders heading south, Arinn's spirit's were dampened even more. None had seen Eric, out of all of the numbers. They would have to keep looking themselves.

The five searchers continued on in the early morning sunlight, this time guided by the yellow rays of the sun instead of the flickering orange of the torches. They continued solemnly along the fields of destruction, Arinn shaking his head slowly as he noticed the cows roaming madly and fires still flickering. "Let us go to the river again and pick things up from there," he said softly but audibly to anyone who would listen, pointing off toward the water with a yawn.

Now that he found that he was still tired himself, he was glad that Esmerelda stayed behind with the young ones. Although he was fine with carrying Daisy, he didn't think he could do it again. And Eli... he was already weak, and Arinn didn't want him to struggle any more.

They reached the river a few minutes later. Elanor pointed out the pot where they found the footprints, and they stopped for only a second to gather in which direction they should travel. Deciding to follow the path along the river, Arinn would stop them at various points to look around and see if there were any clues of Eric's visit. Finding no signs whatsoever, the group continued sadly on.

"Look! A boat!" Arinn cried only a few moments later, with a tinge of a luagh on his voice. If Eric had used this boat, maybe he was still around somewhere!? "This is the boat that was tied down the river a ways. Someone- Eric, hopefully- has used it lately."

Elian then pointed something out that made everyone even more excited. "Uncle Arinn, footprints. Eric's footprints."