Flee Losla
Jay was silently following and directing his little two-hander skeleton, Handy, through the forest.
So far, he sensed the marks he placed on the mage hunters had gone west of Losla as well as back to the guild, but as he went further south it was harder to recognise where they were exactly. He went from knowing their exact location to having a vague sense of which direction they were in.
Jay travelled as quickly as he could, jumping over logs, dashing across streams and hopping across moss-covered rocks as he came closer and closer to the tip of the mountain range.
Thankfully, the vegetation was thinning out as he got closer, so his skeleton rarely had to cut open a path anymore.
Jay was also glad as it seemed that there were not many forest animals around to distract him or his skeleton, as they were probably scared off by the large mana wave from the stink-rat marsh.
This made the journey quite uneventful, but it was perhaps for the best.