dishonourables
With Eirika (@coeurenais). Any Weapon +1.
Quiet steps on snow, its crust breaking in under heavy boots. Unfortunate; as carefully as they could walk, there’s nothing to mask the sound: it’s silent around. Silent, and seemingly dead. Or, in the wake of everything, undead. At least this part of the mission didn’t imvolve dealing with those, and frankly he’d had quite enough back in Valentia. Those ‘shrines’, as they were once called. Ugh.
Didn’t mean it would be any safer, however. Or any less important. If this venture were to end in a success, maybe the whole deal could be resolved fast. If they were caught, however, it could instead turn out to be a disaster. Perhaps that is why the two of them were picked in the first place: foreigners who don’t hold weight to Fodlaner troublemakers - and who don’t know much about the internal affairs of the church. Well, not that Eirika was picked anyway, but she wanted to come, and proved herself capable. This kind of danger, though no doubt great, was still nothing compared to what they have faced before. And where Fodlaners would cower in fear they wouldn’t even flinch.
Without saying a word, they reached the mages’ camp. A few sentries around, makeshift warehouses and tents around the fire. From there they would be deep in it. Strategy, strategy and, again strategy. Whatever they would come up with followed to a T, as cautiously as one only could. Communication would have to be silent for a while, too; as Python shot her a questioning look. Anything of note?
As they explore the camp, Eirika kept a hand on the hilt of her blade. They could have been ambushed at anytime so she had to be prepared to react at a moment’s notice. She and her partner, a Valentian man named Python kept quiet - they’d barely exchanged words beyond their names. Eirika appreciated it, she thought that speech would break the very tension they relied on to stay vigilant. They had been in danger since they lost sight of the monastery but with only the crunch of snow underneath their boots as company, the pair could hear almost everything around them.
As such, Eirika heard the sentries on the wind before they came into view. They’d found their goal but they needed an opening. She caught the look Python sent her way and gestured for him to follow her as she crouched beneath the foliage. Whilst there weren’t many guards on duty, there was only the two of them and their mission was reconnaissance. They stalked through the underbrush, away from the front gates and towards the back of the camp.
As she’d suspected, the guards had focused the majority of their vigil towards the front of camp. An amateur mistake but one they could take advantage of - there was a single sentry near the back, behind the makeshift warehouse. That left them with two options: the first was to attempt to sneak past the guard, in and out whilst he was preoccupied and the second was to silence him quickly, before he could call for help. Eirika was inclined to the option with the least bloodshed but they’d be in deep trouble if they were caught. The situation could become very messy very quickly. She looked to Python, hoping he had an opinion on how to proceed.
