Far from Frantoch, a few days' worth of walking or a full day's worth of marching, the light of dawn lit up some rocky hills and plains in a vast clearing.
A lone figure rushed onto the scene, silently dashing out of the woods surrounding that open, rocky terrain. The figure was careful but quick. Every trome of the massive clearing was carefully scanned while hastily and cautiously moving forward.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, the man slowed down upon noticing something strange. *That's freshly dug up. Perhaps a day or two old, max…*
With that in mind, the man grew even more cautious. His speed drastically decreased while double-checking his surroundings. When the man sensed no immediately nearby, he approached the freshly compacted dirt for an up-close look.
