3: 50 Gold & 30 Feet
The early afternoon sun was high overhead, beating down on us with exhausting precision, as we rustled ourselves up from our short but satisfying respite. A gentle breeze nudged at our backs, urging us to move forward, to hunt these Ravens down and end this. We glanced at each other in understanding as we made our way south of this camp. Whatever - whomever was ahead of us would be ready. Johnny, if he had survived after he fled, would make damn sure of it. We hit the trees on the south side of the now quiet camp and slowly trekked through dense forest, careful not to disturb the thick underbrush or snap any branches underfoot. Some of the brush in the nearby area was broken, bent and spattered with blood which had created a fresh trail for us to follow. Thank you, Johnny... The trail finally led us to another break in the trees. We all gathered around to gain some sort of vantage point and assess the situation. Peering out, I saw an encampment nestled atop a rock plateau that...