“You’re sure they don’t belong to anyone else?” Barlo asked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Iarion said with a wearied look. “The City Watch wears a different kind of boot, and anyone else working at the inn lives there. They have no reason to leave after everything is closed for the day, even if they finished work before the inn was sealed. These tracks were fairly fresh. Either way, it’s our only lead.”
“We’d better get going then,” Barlo said.
Iarion led the way in silence, taking them close to the rear of the inn, but out of viewing distance of the man keeping watch. He pointed to a set of tracks in the snow, speaking in Elvish. Sinstari lowered his head and sniffed them for several moments before raising his head, whiskers twitching.
The trail was easy to follow at first, but eventually the tra
