"Here?" Bede's eyes widened in disbelief, "It's at least twenty kilometers away from Tivandun—out in the wilderness! What are you doing staying here? Let me tell you, don't think those Goblins and Gnolls look scared now, but once you leave the caravan, they are each more vicious than the next. I know you're tough, Brother Gaven, but no matter how tough you are, it's just the three of you. You can't withstand their numbers; these little green skins swarm in groups of ten or even dozens."
"I am aware of all that Uncle Bede mentioned, but I have my own plan. Do you remember the Gnoll Tribe we traded ores with before?" Gaven replied with a question.
"The one called Blackwell?" Bede was smart and caught on immediately, "You're not thinking of targeting that Gnoll Tribe and their mine, are you?"
