Even Lith wouldn't be capable of erasing every single trace of such an activity. At least not if it was a regular occurrence.
'Slip-ups happen even to me, let alone to brainless creat- The fuck?' He noticed marks in the stalks of the tallest plants and they clearly were caused by claws.
Yet the blow had been so weak that it hadn't cut all the way through, leaving the stems damaged but standing. Also, even though the creatures' footprints overlapped, making it hard to identify a pattern, it was still feasible for Lith.
His years spent in the Trawn woods with Protector had taught him how to read traces and his tours as a Ranger had given him plenty of opportunity to also practice with his bestial senses.
The problem was that there was no pattern at all.
Lith could discern dozens of different smells and all of them overlapped with no rhyme or reason.
'How can someone be smart enough to hide their trail and yet so dumb to not have a shred of military tactic?' He thought. 'What point does a drill have if all you do is squabble like a drunken farmer?'
"Guys! I think you have to see this." Faluel's voice came out from the communication amulets of the rest of the group in a whisper, in order to avoid yelling and potentially alerting hidden sentinels.
"Keep your eyes open on your way here. This is definitely the right place."
Amulets also allowed the user to share their location so Faluel's acted like a beacon that made finding her easy. Lith took War out of his pocket dimension and hung it on his hip while Quylla's Bloodbind slithered back and forth on her arms, ready to intercept an enemy attack.
The clink of the Adamant chains was muted by a Hush spell that Orion had imbued in the weapon, making it perfect for stealth missions. He had also added a Full Guard spell in the latest version so that Quylla could use Bloodbind as feelers that could perceive anything but taste and smell.
"Fuck me sideways! That's…" Lith's jaw dropped to the ground and the shock made him forget the rest of the phrase as the Hydra showed the group what she had found in the hollow of a big oak tree.
"Magus Chairs." Faluel completed it for him while holding the ropes bound to small wooden planks.
"Magus what?" Lith blurted out in surprise, not knowing whether to be more surprised by the rudimentary swings or their pretentious name.
'I made one for Tista years ago and no one else is supposed to know about them except for my parents. And my siblings. And Aran and Leria when I made more for them. And every one of Dad's farmhands who…'
Knowing that he wasn't going to meet someone else from Earth made him sigh in relief yet he still had lots of questions.
"Magus Chairs." Tista echoed. "I told everyone of the presents you gave me as a kid and for a long time the rocking chair has been a huge hit with Zekell's clients despite its underwhelming name."
Mogar had actual rocking chairs, but Lith had named swings the same way due to his limited vocabulary as a child. Those who heard about his invention always furrowed their brows until they saw the swing with their eyes.
"After you became a Magus, Zekell re-branded them in order to both exploit your fame and clear the confusion."
"Are you telling me that these things are popular?" Lith asked, obtaining a nod in reply. "Then why have I ever heard about this?"
"When's the last time you've been to a playground?" Protector asked.
"Never, but if swings, I mean, Magus Chairs are a best seller, I should have learned about it from the profits." Lith replied.
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