Grimbeorn sat there, off to the side of the table. He looked up at the map's, part of his scar showing, though, he was unaware of that. He ran his finger over the area and then sat down, deep in thought. He didn't become a ranger for nothing. He sighed, he wasn't exactly familiar with this area, and he wouldn't know much about the landscape except for what the maps showed him.
Then a new thought came to mind. "Where have these creatures attacked?" Grimbeorn asked. "Perhaps there could be some sort of pattern? It wouldn't be unheard of...there have been series of attacks that do come in patterns."
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