Adler kicked a loose rock in the dirt. He was shocked about the news, and upset. He swore he would get revenge on Barata and the Dark King. He thought about the way Samara ran off, he felt bad for making her feel guilty. He knew he should have been kinder about the situation, but he had enough of everything. He sighed and turned around to walk back to the fire.
Instead of getting welcomed by a warm fire, he was welcomed by darkness. He frowned and looked around he didn’t see Samara instead he saw her goggles on the ground; he saw her pack still full of supplies. He frowned, “That’s odd.” he thought, “She left her goggles and supplies here.” He grabbed a match and some wood and lit up a torch he swung the torch around. Then he saw the message. “HELP.” Then he understood what happened, Samara was kidnapped.
He hurridley grabbed her pack and put on the goggles. He saw some drag marks, he didn’t want to think about what could have happened to her. So he followed the tracks, as he followed them, every now and then he would bend down and touch the earth. He could tell by training that these were not recent tracks probably an hour or two old. He shook his head sadly, “I shouldn’t have left her.” He said aloud. He vowed to himself that he would not rest until he found Samara.