Back to the moment after the battle. The sky was tinted a leaden grey as the hooded men retreated with military precision after the skirmish with Syalin's warriors.
Despite the casualties suffered and the hostile terrain the ice elves dominated, the attackers moved with relentless discipline. Harpies fluttered restlessly around them, ready to carry the treasures and wounded to a prearranged destination.
"All set?" a hooded figure asked, his voice deep, as he oversaw the operation. "Yes, Master. The loads are secured, and the trails have been altered as planned," one of his subordinates replied.
The Master nodded in approval. The hooded men had laid out an elaborate escape plan before launching the attack on the ice elf tribe. This was no mere retreat; this was a masterpiece of disinformation.
