Campaign Lore

PROLOGUE
"Father, there are fresh tracks over here!" Braden cried out pointing to the ground beneath his steed.
"Good lad!" The Baron replied twisting the reigns to trot up beside his son.
"The hounds are on the trail!" Braden gestured at a nearby thicket across a stream that meandered before the lords and their prey.
"Hmm. Lucky they weren't thrown off the scent. What should we do now?" The Baron asked his eyes smiling. ...