Truth in a Dark Place RPG

[Earendil Halfelven]

He had scouted late into the night of the surrounding area, but he had found nothing. He did, however, find a few tracks that seemed newly made and out of place. The tracks were made of heavy marching boots, but there was no sound of anything else. He returned back to the company before anyone was up, but he didn't sleep. He sat deep in thought next to the fire. Soon, they were out and marching.
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The fog lay thickly around them. Turthôl didn't like it but it was part of traveling through the downs. He listened as the others talked. Rangar was at the front of the group while Turthôl was at the rear. He couln't see for, but he could hear pretty well, and there was nothing behind them, at least for the time being.

He wasn't so sure if Bregand's idea was so good. It wasn't smart to split up in such a dangerous situation. The other thing that they could do was make camp until the fog lifted. But if the rest of the company agreed to Bregand's idea, then he thought that they should just send out a few.

"I also volunteer to go out and scout. I've traveled this way many times on my journeys. But I think that only a few should go in the scouting party. Incase the scouts get lost, than we won't lose too many of the party. If the rest should light a fire, than that could attract a lot more than the scouting party."

He didn't think that this was the doing of a mortal person. The Downs, no matter what part you were in, always got foggy without warning.