That night, the large collective campsites of many teams were quietly sleeping with only a single guard for each camp.
At a particular camp spot, a group of men surrounded the tents, "The fairy is in the far left tent, the fox is in the middle one with the swordswoman." A hushed voice spoke to the figure beside him.
That was the guy who had been watching the group earlier. He had returned just before everyone settled down to sleep so he could find out where their two targets would be located.
"The guard for the party?" The figure who had been spoken to asked.
"The elf man right now. He's a mage, I believe, so it's not hard to deal with him. He will swap in about 10 minutes with one of the Zepher party, so we need to be quick." The spy replied.
The man nodded and used his hands to signal the group. They slowly moved towards the tents, and two quickly moved into the relevant tents.
