[center]Old Mans Corner[/center] As Robs and Oaf finally arrive, they witness the raging inferno inside the Old Mans Corner. Oaf, somewhat cowardly, began to back away. Though Robs knew Oaf had no intense fear of fire, he had the brain of a small child making the situation overwhelming. The mercenaries slightly nervous began to look at each other, and whispered softly behind Robs back. “Afraid of a little fire are we gentlemen? Last I checked I hired warriors not cowards, prove that I didn’t waste that money.” Out of a sense of pride the five mercenaries quickly began to get to work. Each began carrying small buckets to help extinguish the blaze. Almost completely overtaken by the scene Robs noticed the broken piece of palisade in the south, realizing that must be where the perpetrators of the event escaped. “Oaf, looks like me and you have to handle a few wasteland thugs trying to flee the scene of the crime.” Personally he wasn’t truly expecting to see anything, but he wasn’t keen on taking any chances, plus the alternative was heading towards the fight, something he wasn’t exactly looking forward to. As they left he noticed large tracks from what assumed to be a large animal. Not exactly what he was expecting, but not hard to follow. “I think if we follow these tracks it may lead us to our culprits Oaf, what do you think?” “Bear?” He happily shouted. “I’ve heard of a lot of nasty things in the wasteland, I truly hope it’s a bear.” Though Robs wasn’t entirely sure who was behind these attacks, he knew whoever caused this damage must have been skilled. “This much damage, I wonder who could have done this Robs? Looks like the work of thirty people, or an elite squad. Damn, I hope we don’t run into brotherhood folks.” Oaf simply happily jogged while shouting “Bear, Bear, Cuddly Bear!” Though he never seen one in real life, stuffed bears had always been so cuddly in Oaf’s childhood. He knew that real ones were much bigger, but in his eyes he didn’t see the potential danger or threat of a large animal. [@Letter Bee]