Night Camp - Forest Clearing Near the Earl's Estate
The stars had barely settled into the sky when Lumberling and the elves arrived at the camp. His subordinates and the captains had already retreated earlier as ordered, and now sat gathered around several makeshift fires. The scent of roasted meat, metal, and fresh spoils clung thick in the air.
The forest clearing buzzed with low chatter and excitement, five wagons parked in a half-circle were brimming with loot: glinting weapons, polished armors, bolts of fine cloth, ornate furniture torn from the estate walls, and sacks of clinking gold. Warhorses, easily a hundred strong, were tethered nearby, stamping the earth with restless hooves.
Skitz approach, his dagger still strapped loosely across his chest. His eyes widened at the haul, a sharp grin spreading across his face as he nodded in approval.
