Torval loped steadily along the trail to Fishenheim, if he kept his pace he could catch Finn and the caravan before they made it to town. It was a two or three day journey, and they had half a day's head start. They also had mounts, though the cart would slow them a bit. There had almost been some trouble leaving the tavern behind - but his axe kept everyone civil about it. In the end the town guard told him not to come back without payment. He felt for them, a little. Had it been more than a meal - or had he not needed to leave immediately to catch the thief, he would have stayed and worked it off, or whatever they did around here to make good. No matter now - soon he would confront Finn. Through his anger, he realized he liked the rogue a little... Maybe he wouldn't kill him if it could be helped. He would give him a chance to make good. As he saw it that was more than thieves often got. He could see the shod hoof prints of horse and mule, and the earth of the road fresh cut by a wagon wheel. He felt he was closing on them. "Soon." he thought "Soon." and he ran.

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