Red Skies - Graff Sleep

It was well dark out by the time they reached the Hunter's Lodge.  They made quick work of the deer and split it.  Tom headed to bed right away leaving Graff to his own planning.  Looking at the wall of the main room, Graff studied a map of the area.  Thorn  moved up his neck so he could see as well.  Graff muttered, "a day's hike is all that is left between us and Valia."

Thorn whispered, "But from what we learned from Tom, the chances of catching anyone there is slim.  Most likely they will regroup and head on the Gryphon's Rest"

Graff shook his head, "Those that planned this won't know I know of them.  If anyone did live and manage to leave this area with our stolen things, then they did so before our counterattack began.  No one survived from that.  So they should still be in Valia."

Thorn suggested, "We can play it by ear.  If we see any small villages or mercenary villages along the way, let's stop in and see if we can buy you different clothes.  Those who know of Elias Estorage will recognize your attire and if they committed wrong against us then they will disappear before we know they are there."

Nodding in approval, Graff turned and headed upstairs to pack and ready himself for bed.