“That’s a fine idea Zennas.. are any of you versed in this kind of tactic? I myself, am... less discrete.. it is good to be able to pick a healer out quickly on a battlefield.. but not so good when trying to skulk about in the shadows”.
I can break off from the group before we meet up with the caravans, once the rest of you begin to confront them I will sneak in the back and take a look. If thingsgets to heated, I'm already in the perfect position to light up the caravans.
Ha ha. I like that plan, I should've expected as much from you. Make sure you take anything we can use out of there before you set fire to it, no sense in burning good stuff. If they decide to get violent, they won't need it anymore anyway. Zander gulps down the rest of his Caf. Is everyone done eating? Should we get this show started?
Morwen rings the bell twice. Her staff begins clearing the table and a young chambermaid comes to take her to her chamber for the evening. "Fare thee well. I look forward to hear8ng your favorable report on the morrow." She starts from the room, stops and turns. "I nearly forgot. There was one other individual supposed to be here this evening, but, as of his last message, he was running behind and would not be here til late. I can only assume he is here by now and is most likely awaiting you outside."
As you walk outside, you notice a figure innam ash gray cloak sitting on a stump eating a pie while hoping another, although the one he is eating appears to be savory and not sweet (a kind of a meat hand pie). He looks a bit elvish, but not like one you have ever seen before. His skin is ash grey, his head appears to be on fire, though the flames are black. As the breeze stirs, a faint hint of the sulphuric smell of brimstone hits your nostrils.