Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"

Arkun nods to Rumble, "Sure can.  Don't need light for these eyes, unless it is detailed work.  Let's be on with it then, hopefully we can find a hidden or partially covered way, scout it out and plan prior to entering.  Are we ready now?  I guess we can see to this first, then look into the other matters.."

On their way to the sheriff's, Aldric has to admit to himself that he is pleased it sounds like he won't have to stake out the bandit camp on his own. He was prepared to do so, despite the issues he had while under Lance Rock. If it hadn't been for the others ... Well, he doesn't want to dwell on that. It's up to Tyr when his time is up. He's already lived a long life ... and the past few decades, he hasn't felt like he was doing much good anyway.

He looks at the others out of the sides of his eyes as they walk and chat. Perhaps this group is his best chance at one last hurrah.

He thanks the sheriff for speaking to them so late and apologizes again for waking him.

When they all step away, back into the road, he looks at the other three: the novice who has already become more than an acquaintance, the strange elf, and this new Atta.

"Approaching the camp will not be easy," he says. "If we're lucky, they'll have a campfire we can follow by sight or smell.

"We will need to be as quiet as possible. At some point along the route, I will need to remove my armor. It is too loud.

"Those who can see better in the dark should take point. We'll need to identify all those who are awake and try to knock them out quietly. Then we can capture those who are asleep.

"I have a few manacles and some rope. We should be able to capture them all and bring them back to Red Larch to hand over to the sheriff."