Unread postby Aldraia Dragonsong » December 7th, 2011, 8:29 pm
Taru and Miyu continue their approach. The bandits have sentries posted, and fairly attentive ones at that, but stealth keeps the ninja from notice.
The camp is laid out between the trees, a tent pitched here, another there. A few campfires are being kept burning in a larger clear area. An oddly large number of men are sitting around them, talking in low voices. Thirty to forty wakeful, at a quick glance, and about half again that many asleep, judging by the number of tents. The wakeful are armed in patchy and ragtag fashion, most with rough weapons and armor in such poor repair as to barely deserve the name, but many with arms of somewhat higher quality.
The air is heavy with anticipation. They are waiting for something.
Random Scholomance Quote of However Long It Takes Me To Get Bored of the Last One:
“Ancell: respecting personal boundaries to the detriment of his friends since 1993.” ~bookworm702