Tell Minthara that you'll go in first and attack the Grove but betray her when she comes

You relay the plan to the drow woman with feigned enthusiasm, your voice steady despite the treachery you hold in your heart. "Minthara, we're ready to move on the Grove tonight," you say, watching her expression for any sign of suspicion. "We'll go in first and soften them up, then you can come in when we sound the horn."

Minthara's smile is cold and calculating, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Excellent," she purrs, stroking the hilt of her sword. "But remember, the Grove is mine fully. Do not get any foolish ideas about keeping anyone safe. I will know."

You leave with your party under the cover of darkness, the moon a sliver in the sky, casting a feeble light across the treacherous path to the Grove. The air is thick with tension, your hearts beating in rhythm with the thud of your boots on the ground. As you approach the outskirts of the druid and tiefling sanctuary, the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of night creatures serenade your deceptive march.

You meet with Zevlor, the leader of the Grove, under the guise of parlay, the horn of Minthara's arrival a silent promise between you. His eyes widen in surprise, and then in understanding, as you lay out your intentions. "We're with you," he says firmly, gripping your hand. "The Absolute's tyranny ends here. Prepare your men, when we sound the horn we can surprise attack them."

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