"I make them about two miles away and closing Skipper." Danny spoke, lowering the binoculars.
Radama lowered the set he was using and nodded. "I concur." He spoke.
Martin nodded and turned as Tarifa and Dysea came out of the cave with several others. He turned back to Danny, "Numbers?"
"Looks like thirty at least, maybe more." Danny replied.
Tarifa came right up to Martin and laid her hand on his arm. "Are they Acid Nomads?" She asked.
Martin nodded. "About three dozen of them, and they are heading straight here."
"May I?" Dysea asked holding out her hand.
