The camp was quiet during the early morning, the sun hadn't even fully taken the sky yet.
Smoke drifted low across the field, the faint orange glow of torches flickering between the cracks of the old wooden barricades that the bandits had built around the mouth of the mine.
Their laughter could be heard even from the ridge, still so blissfully unaware of what was just in front of their doors.
Morena stood with Adolf and the captain a distance away, crouched near a low slope where the treelines came to an end, and the rough ground of stone began. Behind them, the soldiers waited in silence, spread out in formation, just waiting for her command to move.
"They have no sentries near the rear."
The captain said in a low tone.
"We can cut through here. It'll take longer, but they won't see us coming."
Morena nodded slightly.
"How many men do we have in position?"
"One hundred thirty-seven accounted for."
Adolf answered.
