The Cold Shoulder

“I know you had said something about taking out the leader of the bandit camp. What did you have in mind for that?”

"Well, when I lurked in my shadow form, one thing I did notice was that their camp was really poor quality. If we can just wade through the masses to get to the camp I'm sure we could just set their tents on fire. And if we do it while they are resting we could just burn them alive during said time."

“I can’t guarantee anything, but if we are able to get to the woods without getting seen by bandits, I might be able to get us to the camp without as much fighting along the way. We’d be moving at night without any form of light but it might be possible. Worst case scenario we have to fight the whole way there which is what we’re facing now.”

Storm smiles and waves her hand dismissively. "People needed help. Helping is what I do. I just hope those citizens I managed to find made it to the Guild of Light safely." She takes a drink from her mug. "I think it's best we see them in her favor. That way we know who our enemies are. I'm sure she's got other spies that don't wear her favor as well but at least we'll be able to pick some of them out."

Zuigrii faces the draconian. “I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Zuigrii.” He casually extends his hand.

*smiling cynically to himself, blodwulf says* "The entire city is surrounded so any chance of missing the cultist and bandit patrols is near impossible. Or at least that's what I was told when I suggested a similar plan. But since we're short on time and ideas, let's try it."