The Games are Afoot! (Part V)
The sun was starting to sink low in the sky, bathing the little camp in faint golden light. The air was one of hushed anticipation; Trolls sat in small groups, whispering earnestly to one another about the day's proceedings. Every once in a while, someone would turn their gaze to the little den beneath the fallen trees near the back of the camp, and invariably others would follow. Every eye was watching and waiting to see what their leader would do.
Settled in her makeshift dwelling, Wildheart was sitting cross-legged in the leaves, fervently polishing her slightly-worn shield in preparation for what she was about to do.
She’d sent a miniature scouting squad out that morning to try and scope out the caravan itself; Neela and Hermes the Snipes, for their speed and silence, and Mire the Recalt for her stealth and affinity for camouflage. She’d sent Iggy in to get a closer look, despite his oddities, as Euripides had previously informed her that Justifoxes were native to the a