Gladius hesitated. The wording of the elders had made it seem that the guide was in the general vicinity of them, in order for them to have the confidence to state that he was in fact nearby, and that they had missed their chance. However, it couldn't hurt too much to ask...
"The elders said a Huntsman- no, a Woodsman would be a guide to the ruins south of Karios." He said at last. "Some clue of Vizuna's fate may remain there."
There was a glimmer of light far out into the darkness. Could this be something reflective, catching the light of a last ray of sun? He approached further.
But no, the shadow soon crept out to sea and the light persisted. It was soon evident that the dancing glow was that of a fire, and he had almost walked into what was likely the camp of Erebos without a second thought.
He had stopped to consider his options when something started approaching the fire. The orange glow illuminated it. Who, or what, was it? and had it seen him? and more importantly, there was a section right next to the fire where no light shone from. Was someone else there, cutting off the light? or was it just rubble?
Still shrouded in the shadow of the mountains, the Storm continued his noticeably quieter approach.