Continued Adventure

In answer to Borgo's question, at this distance and with the intervening bushes and small plants, you can't really make out footware. The man seems to be wearing pants and could be wearing work boots of some kind. The woman is in what seems to be a drab rough spun dress with lighter colored pinaifore typical of what the local women wear. You have no idea what is on her feet, but you wouldn't assume it would match the size of the boot prints Marev pointed out.

Marev and Borgo fairly melt into the forest ahead. The others are easily able to follow their movements at first, but even through you aren't being hidden from, you begin to loose them periodically behind the trunks of trees and thicker bushes.

The two scouts advance slowly and carefully, easily making it to within about 30' from the duo before stopping. Neither seem to have noticed your approach and arrival at all. The man and woman, now definitely appear to be local farmers or villagers of some sort and are engrossed in whatever it is they are doing or thinking. The hunched woman continued her nervous pacing while fidgeting with dirtied pinafore while you appoached. She stopped now and again seeming to mumble to herself and perhaps speak to the man. The man mostly seemed to remain still and silent, though he did look towards the woman a couple of times. Perhaps in respose to her words. Neither appears armed that you can see.

Something about this situation seems odd, and you wonder what they are doing or who they must be waiting for when you hear a rustling. Holding your breath you wait and it comes again and is followed by the snapping of twigs. Between the two, in the underbrush, you notice something moving or slowly writhing there. You see a booted foot rise up and jerk back down with a soft thud on the earth. The man turns his head to look that way, but slowly looks away again. The woman doesn't seem to notice at all.

Borgo there is something about the boot that pulls at the back of your mind, but you're not entirely sure what it is.

The people left behind following further behind have a pretty good idea of the above. They hear some rustling that doesn't coincide with the woman's movements.

Oops. Misread what people were doing. The rest of the party is following behind at a distance. Going to say they are double near the three people, while Borgo and Merv are near.

If Borgo, Merv attempt to move closer than 30' or any of the others attempt to move closer than the current 60' please ensure you include dex checks. Everyone, depending upon what you guys do next, please include any other rolls if applicable. If I don't need it, I will ignore them.

You tell me. :) I am just trying to interpret what you guys are doing. If I have made a mistake and Berith actually hangs back at the ~100' mark you can just say so in your post and it will "override" my assumption. I'll go back and edit my post.

You quickly think back to Lattremond and his heroic actions in the face of that abomination. You think to the much smaller limbed horrors and wonder if any of the Cleric would have been left protruding but mind immediately cringes away from that thought. ...Thak! You didn't spend any great time studying his boots, but he did just seem to dissappear in the night without his kit...

The four party members see Marev start forward, moving closer to the two people. You hear nothing from his movements, but you can make out a frustrated gesture from Borgo just before Marev seems to slip badly and quickly catch his balance. The wild movement draw the attention of both people. The woman gives a small start and turns to Marev, and apparently saying something to him. The hooded man turns to look towards them both, and then faces them.

Having been spotted, Marev stands tall and can see that someone is laying in amongst the underbrush and writhin slowly and jerkily as if in some pain or other extemis.

Borgo, their eyes are on Marev. You are fairly sure you haven't been made yet. You are sure that should you wish to move from your location, exceptional care will have to be taken.

Any of the four in back want to do anything before, we start the interaction.

Marev's delicately places his foot down as he makes his way forwards and while watching the two villagers for reaction, steps onto some damp leaves which slip unexpectedly as he puts his weight down. The Ranger flails momenarily but rights himself in an instant. Unfortunately, his movement have drawn attention.

The woman, with thick wet looking black hair covering her hump, stops pacing and turns to Marev, calling out questioningly, "Balick?" The man with the stout build of a farmer or other laborer, just stares while shifting his gaze between Marev and the woman. He shifts his weight from side to side, but otherwise seems to stand there as if waiting with hands by his sides. Both look unkempt, as if they've been out in the forest for a number of days.

The woman's half-smile falls as her eyes meet your face but is almost immediately replace by a look of grief and then hopefullness. She shifts hesitantly as if getting ready to walk in the direction of the temple and says, "You will help me find Balik? My son, Balik?"

Niether pays any immediate attention to the figure writhing slowly on the ground. There a few particularly jerky movements, while the woman spoke, before they seem to quiesce.

As the dwarf starts moving purposefully forwards from farther away, the man shifts his gaze there for a moment, but remains silent.

So we have the the man and woman, someone on the ground, Marev and Borgo together withing close of each other. Borgo has heard the whole exchanged. We have

Nord just moving into that range as well, so he can catches the woman saying something about "Balik" and sees the person laying on the ground, now quietly.

Vennok, Elspaeth are unseen squatting low at about double near away with Berith almost another 20 or so feet behing guarding the rear.