Back at Olegs the hard though quick battle at the morning was still evident in the wounds some of you had, though the mess of blood would take a bit to be removed from Oleg's yard as well.
Vortek mostly by himself made sure the dead bandits had some sort of burial, the meal you had for breakfast was plentiful and both Oleg and Svetlana found worrying and odd that half of you went in pursuit of the lone bandit.
It's been some hours past midday and those that look out towards the forest find no sing on Brunhilde and the others, it seems their hunt will take more than a few days...
"I've never traveled south from here, usually keep myself here to tend the fort, but trappers and hunters do tell from time to time this or that" Thinking for a bit Oleg recalls "There say there used to be a bridge crossing the Shrike River to the southeast, but bandits ruined it. They say the old bridge keeper Davik Nettles haunts the place now. Creepy stuff"
"Some trappers also claim that fey people inhabit the forests, trickster and pranksters, at one time a friend of mine had to return naked all the way here, poor lad, I hear he's farming up north now."