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Garrett can see the faint lights of campfires through the fog. He and his party crouch low as he pulls out his monocular.

"Waddya see lad?" Dreylen the dwarf asks from next to him.

With his trained hunter's eye he can see the silhouettes of the camps inhabitants moving through the fog.

"There's a lot of them. Too many to take in a direct confrontation."

He feels a familiar set of tentacles wrap around him as his wife Dala whispers into his ear, "Then I guess we're up first darling."

The Mindflayer then takes her Sai from her hip.

"And what're we supposed to do in the meantime?" Clarabelle the Hellhound grumbles.

"You wait here, and be ready on our signal." Garrett replies sternly.

He and Dala quickly and quietly make their way to the camp. To his right he sees a patrol approaching so he pulls Dala down behind a fallen tree.

"D'ya hear about the new recruit?" One soldier says.

"Aye, seems like Arden's men aren't in much better straights than us if his people are leavin too."

"Shoulda just went back home, it's obvious nobody's gonna match Conrad."

"Don't let Percival hear ya say that, he'll likely have ya lashed or somethin."

With the guards past their cover he nods to Dala. In an instant he cracks his segmented sword, the blade turning into a whip that wraps around the throat of one guard while one of his wife's tentacles does the same to another. They yank the pair to the cover and cover their mouths as theirmagic weapons force the pair to their limit. They moan into their hands, then fall unconscious.