The group quietly made their way through the forest toward the trade route. The familiar path had almost become routine after the past several days.
Only the sound of rustling leaves and insects broke the silence of the evening.
Eliana let out a long sigh. "...It's already been six days."
She brushed aside a low-hanging branch before continuing, "And we still haven't found anything. No hideout. No meaningful clues."
Her frustration was understandable.
Today marked the sixth day since they had arrived in Black Raven Hill.
Despite searching countless parts of the forest, questioning every villager they could find, and keeping watch over the trade routes every night...
They still hadn't located the bandits' base. They had discovered a few footprints and faint traces of human activity.
However, every trail eventually went cold, as if the bandits knew exactly how to erase their tracks.
Marcus frowned. "Do you think they're even still in Black Raven Hill?" he wondered.
