I've never understood why people think I can actually track anything. Sure if their magical I know some things, but despite hundreds of years of practice I've never actually learned how to follow or look for tracks that are not blindingly obvious for normal people. Its just not something I really took the time to learn or care about (mainly because I thought if I did take the time to learn about it someone would want me to do more of it, which happens anyway, but a man can still hope!). All of this is to explain that when I went north (great description of task "Go North good Trezlan find your path!") I found nothing.
No overturned wagons, blood trails, or disturbed ground. I wasn't accosted, or threatened, or even vaguely flirted with (the empty winds blowing over the plains were not feeling very randy that day I guess). I could see the road, I could see it was well traveled on, but I could find nothing else. I didn't see other travelers, but it was the middle of winter very few people like to go off on a trade caravan during the winter, especially when trains frequently supply most places and they can wait till summer for the incidental stuff.
I set up a camp near the road, simple tent little bit of a campfire (I brought wood, there ain't a lot of trees on the plains if you can believe that). Figured I'd hang around up there for a couple days maybe explore the flat plains of boring and then go back with a mission accomplished and back to town for a kudos and being left alone. I of course realize now how stupid it is to make camp in a place where you are supposed to be looking for some awful man killing beast, but you know me by now, smart decisions are overridden by my narcissicm and when I feel an area is safe I do stupid things. I realize I do this, and I still do them anyway, because again refer to my narcissicm. Look when you're a god you don't worry about the peons of the world! And if you're not a god then you're a peon and we care little for you.
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