Beginning with the northwest tower, you all follow the perimeter road clockwise. Your first pass is uneventful, but as you once again walk between the southern towers, Qitris notices something that was not there before. No, not something... someone. A man hiding in the woods to the south, watching the road, and glancing back and forth between the towers. Judging by his style of dress, he isn't one of the local tribesman. To those that have been there, he dresses in the style of Wuaden.

While it was cold, so blasted cold, here the walk around the area was at least some nice sightseeing. It certainly didn't beat the workbench and poring over schematics, heavens no! But a change of scenery could bring about new ideas.

So when the change in scenery changed again, Qitris held out a hand to halt the rest of the patrol and pointed towards the skulking figure. "What do you make of that? That's not normal, right? Suspicious? Seems like suspicious actions of a suspicious person. Unless someone knows them? Then you should talk to them and say they're weird. Being weird, I mean, being weird."

Golun walked purposefully, looking all around and making a mental note of his surroundings. He had no need of maps to guide him, his memory serving him well in tracing his steps. As he walked he occasionally stopped to inspect the bushes, picking handfuls of berries and placing them in a pouch in his pack to eat later.

When Qitris spied the fellow lurking in the trees, he nodded at her. In a low voice he whispered, “You have good eyes, Elf. I wonder what his purpose is? Is he a bandit, a fugitive, or something else? He doesn’t seem to be local.”

For now he left his large hammer slotted into the frog on his belt, while his shield remained slung over his shoulder. He kept still, observing the fellow and the surrounding woods to see what else he could see.

OOC - has he seen us yet? From your description I have assumed not.

Narbu stays towards the front of the group, clearly at home in the cold woods. He observes the bearfolk's knowledge of the land approvingly, and joins in the occasional foraging.

As Qitris points out the suspicious man, Narbu stops and observes. "Interesting behavior," he whispers in reply, "but who can say what he's up to. Reckon we should go ask him."

The first pass with this group had been uneventful and quiet. It was certainly an odd mixture of races, of course including himself. The first talk up until now was on this topic. Fine by him, he appreciated people who focused on getting a job done, and nothing else.

Larwick listens to the other three talk before tossing in his opinion with a shrug, "The fella's purpose is hard ta say, I reckon'. I figger we can either pass 'im by or check 'im out. I don' s'pose it's our duty ta harass random bystanders, but it could be."

He added, "'Tsup to ye three. I'll forfeit ma vote, 'ere."