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By the time the Forgoils had reached the outer edge of the encampment, the forest was wrapped in darkness. Still, Fréa was able to see at least the broad outline of the camp and what the men inside were doing. A fire burned bright some twenty-five paces away throwing out at least a few slivers of light. Telling the rest of his group to stay put, Fréa cautiously made his way along the perimeter, lying flat on the ground and pulling his body slowly forward through the underbrush.
He did not particularly like what he saw. Brytta's men were wide awake and showed no eagerness to retire for the night. Daggers and swords were still strapped about their waists, with bows and arrows set down near the center of camp within easy reach if an unexpected attack should come. However foolish Aldwulf had acted in his trip to Bree, Brytta was showing a great deal more caution and common sense in the way that he had organized the camp.
A sentry stood beyond the clearing patrolling along the outskirts. At one point, when the man strode forward and stared off into the forest, Fréa had to jump back and cower under a bush to avoid detection. He scowled, cursing his bad luck underneath his breath, and then crawled back towards the others as quickly as he dared.
Reaching the spot where Archim and Graitwa were waiting, he turned to them and shook his head, his voice no more than a whisper, "No luck! We shall have to hold off. At least till later tonight after everyone has gone to bed. It's too risky to try and strike now."
Archim glowered back at him, "How long a wait?"
Fréa casually shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I'll need to get another look at the camp. But I will say this. From what I can see, they plan to be in this area a while. They're apparently gathering building materials. If that's true, there's no great rush. I'd rather be cautious than end up with one of us losing our necks."
He turned back to look at his brothers to see what they would say.
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