Rask scanned: the horses’ and mule’s ears, the trees, the trails. After a few minutes, his eyes settled into a pattern and he started to think again.
His eyes slowed a bit as they swept across Gustav and the sword Alexis called “Dauntless,” Torr Bjorn’s sword, a gift from Ishtar, made of start metal, and re-forged by Torr himself. The sword had rejected Rask, chosen Gustav, but Gustav spurned the sword, wished to be rid of it. Gustav Raidensbless’d seemed disgusted and disturbed by the relic. They both needed protection from the Dark Hand.
Alexis Laelius, Ethelred, they were planners, engineers. What was the plan here? Were they really going to take the sword to Mage Eye and Ursill? Even if that is his plan, doing it while being hunted by the Dark Hand and their orcs?
It must be an elaborate ruse. We learned a bit more about the enemy. We could double back soon, push the logs over the trap door, and take on Shyeeni and her orcs. We killed three quickly, we could take out the slaver and her minions before going into the caves to rescue the refugees from the other slavers below… Yes that must be the plan.
Rask scans: the horses’ and mule’s ears, the trees, the trails…
A bit later, Rask clears his throat “A-huH-lex-IS.”
He looks at the Sutheroni sharply and jerks his head back towards the cave and enemy.
He whispers, “How much time are we going to give them?”
Rask scans: the horses’ and mule’s ears, the trees, the trails…
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“As much time as it takes to work out a plan that plays to our strengths and not theirs. And we might need another replacement tool to deal with blood magic” Alexis gives a shrug.
Rask arches an eyebrow, but nods in acknowledgement.
Rask scans: the horses’ and mule’s ears, the trees, the trails.
He mutters, but is clear enough for Alexis, “Bar the trap door to block reinforcements. Flip the table for cover from the archers. I could take her if you all could give me a little cover. Then we can take on those past the trap door.”
Rask scans: the horses’ and mule’s ears, the trees, the trails.
“Timing though… the horse goes twice as fast as a man, the mule a bit slower.
Rask scans.
If we get to being a twenty minute hard ride from the camp, that would give us less than ten minutes before… whatever’s been following us catches back up. But that’s thirty minutes whoever stayed behind has… And they may see us coming…”
Rask scans
“Five minutes should be enough time for me to put that orc-loving slaver down.”