Timrin surveys the scene from his high vantage point. "It all seems too easy doesn't it?", he says to no one in particular. "Why do I think they are just waiting for us in those tents?"
He shakes his hand slowly, dismissing his doubts as irrelevant.
"Fin, I do not know what spells Lord Helm has granted you but I'm hoping you can handle at least one of two objectives: Stop that ominous looking storm and perhaps unlease a small horde of fire elementals to destroy their bridge building effort."
He turns to the rest of group before continuing, "Before we start planning the actual attack I suggest we work through this backward a figure out how we are going to escape once we are in the middle of this horde."
"Banak, what, if any, teleports do you have left and how many can you move at one time? Does anyone else have any means of crossing great distances quickly and with little exposure to counter-attack?"