*The group heads ever-closer to the hobgoblin camp, stifling yawns as they continue past when they would normally have gone to sleep. Anton leads the way so that he can gauge the tracks for freshness, and when he finds that they are rather close to the hobgoblins--about a mile--they must make the decision of who will dismount and other matters of stealth, perhaps a bit relieved not to have the heavily-armoured Dagummit around to clank and clang and alert the hobgoblins to their presence.*