She tracks the bandits

It was his last wish. A last wish that she will take care off. Ciri gently squeezed the horse with her legs, signaling it to move forward, towards the direction the man pointed out. The tracks of the cart soon became visible as the bandits rode through wet mud and left long wheel marks across the ground. Afterwards the bandits rejoined the main road and it became a little harder to keep up with which tracks to follow but Ciri continued forward until she found more wheel marks in the ground, heading inside one of the forests. It was the safest bet as no ordinary person would go inside a forest with a cart. And soon her instinct would prove right. She saw a trail of smoke slowly rising up into the sky and later she could hear the remarks and shouts of the bandits. They cheered between themselves as they rummaged through the cart, inspecting every single thing, it's monetary value and use and also, drinking and eating every bit of food the man in his cart had. Ciri got off her horse and tied her to one of the branches before moving forward on foot. She tracked their movement, their numbers and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.