This time, they made their way through the camp quickly, relying on other party members to take care of any enemies. To the southwest, the trees were getting scarcer, foretelling a clearing or even the end of the woods, and the sounds of the battle grew stronger. Yet before they made it to the edge of the trees, Captain Seraine stopped them with a gesture.
At the edge of a forest stood a group of the well-dressed Tivarashans, looking away from the camp, likely down at the battlefield. They had heavily armored guards with them, spread out in a semicircle as if to protect the group from any enemy intrusion.
Ryell narrowed his eyes, because there had to be somebody protecting their backs as well, but perhaps they felt safe with the campgrounds behind them.
Then he spotted several of Serain
