Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-13615389-20170612200715

"There." Robin pointed out to Maia as they neared the area where the party's trail had merged with that of the Crimson Brigands. It'd been that point that had thrown him off before. The marksman frowned as he noticed his mistake; an amateurish one. Regardless, he crouched down to better observe the intricacies of the track. The point at which the heel rose above the rest of the boot, the evenly spaced grooves, and where whoever left it applied their weight. He had learned early on that, that tended to be the heel.

"This track here, the imprint is deeper than the others. By the looks of it, I think it's safe to say the boot that left it was an armour piece." He looked forward in the direction the print was heading, spotting another shortly afterwards. "Must've been heavily armoured, too, he's taking small steps." He looked to the side, spotting yet another set of footprints that were quite similar, but the fine details gave it away as different. "Two heavily armoured people walking side-by-side. Sound like your group?"