Climb the ridge.

Dago started to climb the ridge carefully. He managed to reach the top without any problems. He saw a large camp, something that looked quite a bit like a caravan. It was very late at night, but there were still campfires, animals, and people all obviously walking around. He recognized this place, it was the campsite of the Seidhrfolk, the more or less foil to the Order. They were a brutal and aggressive group who hunted demons, just like the Order, but they despised magic. Dago hadn’t seen much of them while he was a mage and had used their lack security to his advantage when he couldn’t get back in the Library after he’d been turned. He’d probably have a hard time just strolling in this time around.

He spotted some pretty unguarded area over to the left of the camp and just one watch person to the right.