Burzdol ran ahead of the small party. Through the tall trees he could see a large fire in the cent of a camp. That must be the camp, better have a closer look. The elf crept to where a large oak could easily block his figure to spy on the camp. He poked his head out around the tree trunk,and got closer down to the ground. Kaldon stood in the middle of a group of cloaked men, speaking in a foreign tounge.
The elf returned to his waiting companions.
"Well?" Bali asked upon his arrival.
"There are a few senteries that will be easily taken out. Most of the men are in their tents talking or sleeping or something of the sort. Kaldon has a group of well armed men grouped around him, talking. I say we tak positions. Spread out a round the camp," the elf replied.
"Well, then. Get ready, and on my signal."
The party scattered to a good position. Burzdol sat waiting behind the large oak, thinking. I can't wait for this. I'll get Kaldon back, he thought back to the fight. The elf now drew his sword, getting ready for battle. Now, hurry it up Bali. Where's the signal?
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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