We continue on our way and find two more bodies in relatively close succession. Blade says they fought Lanky. I can’t differentiate between the freshness of the tracks and can’t tell Lanky’s footprints from anyone else’s, but I know he can.
Blood splatters the trail for a while, meaning Lanky got mildly hurt. We follow the path for about half an hour when we encounter an unforeseen problem. Some outlaws gave up and turned back. We practically run into them. There are three of them and they don’t ask questions, they attack. One of them takes on Blade, the other two come at me. It figures. Why pick the scar-faced badass when you can fight a girl.
They’re strong, experienced and in good shape. I fight two handed, dagger in my left and long sword in my right. A short sword would fit my two-h
