[IC] The Old Sycamore

[Vidar]

Taking his cue from his brother's pause, Vidar stops and listens and checks the ground for signs of trail.
Perception Check = [1d20+6] = 13+6 = 19

Aside from the drip-drip-dripping of small drops of muck into slightly larger pools, and the general teeming of centipedes, millipedes, and termites, Vidar hears the sound of one voice speaking in a hideous tongue to the East.  To the West, Vidar hears a pair of similar, yet slightly different voices chattering away excitedly in their revolting tongue, punctuated by the occasional *twang* of some sort of drawn weapon being released.

Vidar taps his brother's shoulder and whispers gruphly, "I hear one to the east, and possibly two using bows to the west, which way should we head first, I'm itching to throttle something!"