After hours of searching around Westerly, Banli, Tadek and even a few villagers stopped looking for Razrim. It was evidently apparent he was no longer around the village. Although one villager did think she saw a tall man in a green cloak walking awkwardly down the road out of the village with an oddly oversized shaped bag in his arms. Upon further questioning it was apparent no other relevant information other than something in the bag was moving but as to what it was she had no idea. At this point Tadek offered to go south back the way they had come, if Banli was okay going north towards Athramas. They nodded in agreement with each other and headed off in their separate directions. Banli's head hurt as he had celebrated a little too much the previous night and that was accelerating his frustration in trying to find Razrim. With his trusted walking stick he set off north towards the Alarii mountains which would then lead to Athramas in the hopes of finding his beloved pet.

Rain started falling relentlessly, as the clouds intensified and made every effort to block out any trace of the sun. Banli pulled his brown cloak tighter about him as he continued on the cobble stone road that led out of Westerly. He had restocked his food, some of his herbs that he was able to buy from a local merchant, as well as replenishing some of his potions and magical ingredients. That did little to comfort him though as he felt empty inside without his long time pet, that he had come to accept as a dear friend more than anything else. He perked up when he saw a traveler way off in the distance, too far away to know if this was the man he was looking for or not.

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The man in the green cloak hurried along the cobblestone road awkwardly as best he could. He was clutching his newly acquired stolen possession under his arms. What fortuitous luck he had in finding his target's pet and the perfect moment to grab him when the commotion with the wereowls broke out. His employer would reward him handsomely. He opened the bag slightly and unceremoniously shoved some more of his sleeping powder into the bag which immediately calmed the prisoner he was transporting. caught up in his joy of his recent acquisition he had slipped in his ability to realize that not too far off behind him the owner of his stolen merchandise was in hot pursuit.

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Banli frustrated with the weather elements, gave a sigh rolling his fist up towards the sky as if this posturing would somehow reward him with a momentary break in the rain or maybe even a glimpse of the sun. It only rained harder irritating Banli even more matching the current mood he was in. After hours of following in pursuit Banli now completely and thoroughly drenched and very tired decided to make camp by a small hill that had remains of what once may have been a chapel of some sort, but was now a hollowed out version, eroded by time and the elements. A segment of roof hung precariously over a section of what was once a second floor. It was under this roof that Banli, started a fire, which was no easy feat as almost all the wood he gathered was incredibly wet. Luck finally in his favor he was able to see smoke starting to coax it's way skyward. He figured it was some of the sparse amount of drier wood he was able to collect from under the roof of this long unused and run down structure. With that he pulled his bedroll out from his leather pack, ate some cold food and fell into a deep slumber, completely exhausted from the days journey.

Morning cold air, unceremoniously awoke Banli, only for him to find it was still raining, only not as hard as it was the day before. The fire long out, and his clothing still mostly wet he set to the task of eating a cold breakfast and changing into another set of drier clothing he had packed. Once he had sorted himself out he grabbed his walking stick and continued on the cobblestone road towards Athramas.

Tadek whom had secured his carriage back at Westerly and one of his horses, decided to ride Argone and had made terrific time over the last couple of days. He rode all the way back to where the fork in the road was, the one they had taken days earlier. With the weather favorable for him and no indication anyone or any animal had come this way in a long time, he had decided to return to Westerly and perhaps set off North, to see if he could catch up with Banli. Urging Argone on, he turned around and galloped towards Westerly once again.