“Well, we need to decide our strategy,” Phaeral said.
He looked at Lady Solberg. He could not recall how much they had explained about what had happened the first time they were here.
“We came back because someone is supposed to show up here to resupply the camp. Our thought was to ambush that person and interrogate them, so we can learn more about the parasites and this ‘Master’ of theirs.”
He walked up toward the spiked gate as he spoke, then paused, looking down for fresh tracks.
“We need to post our own ‘sentries’ to allay suspicion and get the supplier to come close, so we won’t have to chase him through the forest. It’s too bad we can’t work some illusion magic or something. If we had been thinking ahead, we could have kept a few sets of armor and propped them up on tree branches.”
Survival to see if there are any fresh tracks - 1d20+10=19Move Action:
18 (17+1 skirmish AC) (15 Flat-footed / 14 Touch)Current HP:
42/42 remainingCurrent Weapon in Hand:
Compound Longbow.Conditions in effect: