fromage67
First Post
Realizing Lars' sorcerous abilities sends a tinge of apprehension through him. Even after years of living in Gate Pass it takes him a while to accept magic users. But he recognizes a strong and kindly spirit in Lars and Alric shows his efforts of acceptance by passing Lars his Ragesian grape spirit before any others.
Lars accepts the bottle with a nod, and takes a healthy swig.
Lars beds down for the night. His companions start to realize that he is anything but a peaceful sleeper. He seems to constantly toss and turn, moaning and mumbling with few pauses. This goes on for the whole night, only interrupted by Lars' turn on guard.
"If, say, we had a sneaky type of fellow in the group who might draw off their attention or get behind them from those higher bluffs, it might make this happy occasion easier!"
He gives Lars a glare as he says this.
"All right, I will try to get above them without drawing their attention. I have a few tricks up my sleeve to draw their attention. When I raise my arm, and then lower it, it will be a sign to advance. If I wave vigorously, it means that I have spotted more danger, and you should watch out."
Lars sets out carefully, angling through the brush, so that he ends up above one of the ambushers on the right. His objective is to end up about 100 feet above.