The group’s steps were accompanied by those of the mysterious spy Clarice had chased the Nidath hutment. The elf followed them, moving in the shadows, keeping quite some distance. His confident steps were fleet of foot, and he crossed the obstacles in the bush with ease, even though his knees sometimes seemed like they would give.
That night, while the group was resting, the cloaked figure wished to go and see what remained of the village. I can take advantage of the ruins to inform Lyrus of the progress made, he thought. Having convinced himself, he walked quickly and reached what was once the village square, scanning the area to make sure nobody was around. He rummaged house by house in search of anything of value, or that could be of even the slightest use. The few items that were stil
