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Dreggan reaches the top of the hill first and waits for the others to catch up. From his vantage point, he sees that a network of valleys and gorges wind their way through the mountains and towards the badlands. Crossing them would be a difficult task, as they offer no hiding place in case they run into trouble, but it was the quickest way to their goal. Smoke rose at different points, indicating battle and destruction between the orcish army and whatever forces the king was able to raise to throw at his enemy.
Scratching his chin, the thief ponders what move would be best. They had about 6 hours of light left ahead of them, which they could use to make good time before stopping for the night. At the bottom of the hill, two trails revealed themselves: on skirted a few hills before descending into a gorge, while the other gently slopped down into a reasonably wide valley. Turning to his companions, Dreggan shared his opinion:
"Well, it seems we're almost there, folks. We can either go through the valley or stay on high ground for a bit. The first option might take us straigth into trouble, as advancing group would prefer lots of room to maneuver, while skirting the hills would allow airbone enemies to spot us more easily. I would prefer the hills, since any opposition we would run into wouldn't be too numerous. What do you guys think?"
With that, Dreggan takes out an apple and starts munching on it.
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