As Mardon had expected, the tracking part was easy. It was a simple matter of following the refugees.
His first encounter occurred as he napped by the crossroads. For those who had the sense to travel with little, their weapons concealed by the drabbest of cloaks, this was reasonably safe. But it didn't protect him from well-wishers.
"Oy, old man! Wake up! You've got to wake up! You can't sleep here!"
Most people took a while to sharpen up after they'd woken, but Mardon wasn't most people: he saw the man visibly start as his eyes opened and focused immediately as if he'd already been awake. His waker was an earnest, decent looking man, probably in his early twenties. Good. He shouldn't be being called 'old man' that way by people much older than that just yet.
"Sky falling son?" He asked mildly, once he'd determined that whatever threat had the man so flustered, it wasn't here yet.
"This is no time for jokes old man, we've got a new Vampire Lord down east! He's taken several villages,