You approach the soldier, raise your stolen sword, and stab it through the back of his neck, killing him instantly.
Velinor leans over and picks up his discarded longbow.
He motions for you to follow him. "C'mon. Let's get the hell outta 'ere before more show up."
You exit the tent.
Walking into the unknown.
Next
You step out into a small campsite, with only ten or so scattered tents. What immediately draws your attention is a small column of foot soldiers heading north, away from the campsite. Roughly thirty men march, led by Vedran on horseback.
Two men, both armored and mounted, approach this column. Your blood runs cold as you recognize the plate armor of Rade. He's finally here.
"Small force," you say.
Velinor replies, "They's probably got more men back at camp. I's got one of my own guys watchin' 'em, though. He'll come runnin' if they try anythin'." He chuckles, then adds, "Oh, and they got like a dozen men in a medical tent. Guessin' that was your handiwork."
You nod. "But Vedran… he mentioned that half the army was under his control."
"Sounds like a bluff," he says with a shrug.
"Doesn't matter. Let's keep movin'," you say. "Did you find out where Darin or Elya are?"
He motions for you to follow as you step quietly through the nearly abandoned camp. He leads you to another tent, next to the one you were trapped in earlier. You're in the center of the camp now, and the tents and pavilions set up around you help break vision with the column ahead of you.
The huntsman nocks an arrow and gestures toward the entrance with his head. "When I was scoutin' late last night, I saw 'em get led inside."
You twirl the blade in your hand. "How many guards?"
Velinor chuckles. "Friend, don't take this the wrong way, but it doesn't seem like ye're fit for combat."