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>20/20 - Great Insight, Undiscovered
As the old hunter tightens his furs and leathers around his thin frame, you weave him a second cloak from the evening mist. The breeze drapes it over his shoulders once the sun completes its evening course.
The hunter approaches the camp with the cautious steps of a man who has been both pursuer and quarry. He circles through the underbrush, darting quickly through the few spaces kept open and barren by the lingering frost. He exploits the crackling of flames - the rare moments when their laughter grows loud enough to obscure the sound of padded steps.
He studies the camp carefully. There are the gaps in the twilight watch, places where the light of the fire obscures the darkness of the forest. There are also the ransacked wares - trade goods in broken containers, some spread widely over the dirt, others resting on woven rugs and sorted into neat piles. Excess provisions lay in a loose stack, moldering next to a pile of split timbers.
