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B'rak dispatched two of his best trackers to follow the
figure. The stranger might be just a single hunter, but the
captain would not take that chance. There might even be a
village up ahead, though how it could have escaped their
notice when they were searching earlier was beyond his
imagination.
The wait for the trackers to return was long. It was not helped
by the constant muttering that arose from Vergrim's need to
memorize his spells. More than one warrior was forced to stretch
stiffened wings. B'rak tapped his sword impatiently. The day
neared its finish.
The trackers returned two hours later. They reported that the
figure had led them from one spot to another for no apparent
reason. Just when they were convinced that he knew of their
presence, the solitary traveler had stepped into the clearing around
a small village. The inhabitants of the village were elves.
B'rak was slightly disappointed on hearing this, but he pushed
the thought aside. Here, at least, would be some action. One of the
trackers handed him a map showing the location of the village. It
was some distance to the northeast. They would arrive just before
dark.
Vergrim studied the map with great interest, but uttered no
comment. B'rak ignored him; this was a possible battle situation
and his authority was supreme in that respect. The magic-user
could advise, but nothing more.
They moved cautiously through the woods in the general
direction of the village
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