Making it to the top of the encampment

You and Syvella grow more cautious the further up the hill you wind. It’s a tense climb with very few words exchanged between the two of you. Eventually you encounter an interior palisade devoid of light or any guards. Silence permeates the area and the whistling autumn wind is the only reminder that you are not deaf.

No way they’d leave this spot unguarded, gotta be Bax’s handy work. He is makin’ this process a whole lot easier.

You are able to sneak past the fortification unmolested. The hill begins to plateau and you can clearly see the layout of the upper encampment. A large wooden throne sits vacant in the centre of a large courtyard area. Surrounding the courtyard are a handful of large tents. The largest of which is behind the throne.

“Looks like our regent aint on tha throne right now. Ya think she’s sleepin’?”

“It’s a distinct possibility. That was a big reason we opted for a night raid.”

“You see Bax at all?”

“Nope which is a bit odd I admit.”

“With any luck he already killed their leader. We find her, we might find Bax.”