Apparently, they left to go to the Downs last night. They are using the Downs rather than the road as the road has become prey to Dunlending raiders from Rhudaur lately- but the Dunlendings have no reason to go to the Downs.
Nonetheless, the locals don't think the Downs are safe either- people have been disappearing there lately.
What you do is technically up to you, Candy- but if you want to meet up with the others and get in the plot, you'll want to go the wat they did..
Okidokey. Briskly, you ride out of Bree, heading towards the Downs.
However, you are only halfway on the short journey there before you stop.
There is a heavy fog hanging over these Downs- and you feel a very cold chill seeping through your body, even into the light of your spiritual Elven self.
That fog is NOT natural, nor is this chill. You must not enter those Downs- death awaits you there! This, surely, is evidence of what you are after. But... you are too far from the Source to analyze it from here. Maybe if you rode around the outskirts?
With one slice, the figure cuts the rope in two. Then its left hands comes forwards and picks you up by the throat, Vardalain.
Guys, you are really fighting these things the way they want you- isolated!
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Itarilde, you continue to feel a cold chill as you ride. And now... there is... something...
You snap your head, and up. High above you, following yo lazily, is a large, black bird.