You spend the night making watches - unnecesarily, since nothing happens. After a quick breackfast, you walk all the morning, feeling that he end of this mission is at hand; the terrain doesn´t change, and you´re starting to become familiar with it. The sand in your clothes, in the food and in fact everywhere is starting to be annoying, however.
By the time the sun climbs the most it can, as youadvance through the bushes, you spot a pair of men coming from the west, very simlar in their looks to Oren and his less fortunate companion. They spotted you also, and their eyes open wide.
"Return to the camp!" yells one of them.
[ooc: Both parties failed to spot the other, so there´s no surprise round. The initial separation is 110 feet. Initiative:
Eroin 13
Men 13
Roddick
Hulgyr 9
Wilhelm 4]