OOC:
Well, since GEMS is back, even though he hasn't posted yet, I guess it's time to get back in the game. I'll also try to limit myself on how much I write, since I'm not sure how much people were enjoying the novels that were my last few posts.
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The last few days had been just what Ishtul needed. Being injured, he had had to mostly stay at the inn where he had a room, although this turned out to not be nearly as much of a bore as he had suspected. There was plenty of good food and drink, as well as a good deal of gambling, which Ishtul always had enough money for, provided he spent a portion of his day "collecting" in the streets.
Unfortunately, the Hunter hadn't managed to get any information on the wolf, and was pretty sure that a wolf wandering into town would provide plenty of news. Since Ishtul wasn't entirely certain of what the druid looked like in his human form, scouring the town looking for him was out of the question, and he would just have to try to pick up its tracks outside of Luskan.
Standing at the town gate, Ishtul looked out towards the horizon. With the wound on his leg healed, walking shouldn't be a problem, which was good, since he did not want to acquire a horse again. It would be far too difficult to follow the wolf's tracks and stay stealthy at the same time while mounted.
Shouldering his pack with his good arm, he slowly flexed his other, testing it. Being recently freed from its splint, the arm was stiff, but, (Ishtul noticed with joy) could be moved without too much pain. As long as he didn't exert himself too much, the arm would fully heal within the next few days.
Grinning, and ready to continue his adventure, the Hunter took his first few steps out of Luskan, heading toward the distant castle of Trollslottet.
