Trickling across, one by one, the group make it onto Thistletop Island. The crossing isn't fun, and Mal in particular seems to turn his nose up at the prospect, but he is finally persuaded, and slinks across, tail between his legs.
You all gather together on the island, almost within spitting distance of the front entrance of the stockade. You can still hear the noises to the north west of the compound, and the odd noise emanating from within, too muffled or indistinguishable to ascertain what they are.
The rain starts falling again, gently at first, but starting to build a little.
There is little cover here, and you feel exposed, but there has been no reaction to your presence, and the continuation of noises suggests nobody is manning the watch towers (or they are not paying much attention).
OOC: Let me know your course of action. You can go in (through the main gate, or over the walls), or navigate around to investigate, or any other ideas you have really.