Arriving atop a large hill

Svella scans your surroundings on the road before holding her hand up to the rest of the group.

“This is near to where they found me hiding. Keep your eyes out, those hulking beasts should be a lot easier to spot in the day.” She signals the group to follow her through the brush on the east side of the path. You along with the others do so, trying to not get cut up by the many branches that hang low. Syvella glides past them as if incorporeal, seemingly in her element. The brush thins out as you arrive atop a large hill overlooking the orcish encampment. Smoke billows from many small huts and tents as orcs seem to go about their day-to-day activities. A crude palisade surrounds the camp, protecting it from any would-be intruders.

“By Mechus, that has to be close to 200 orcs living here.” Petra says in awe as she looks out across the camp.

“Pftt that’s it? Crag Glen alone has ten times that many people living there, if not more.” Krest says proudly.

“Perhaps that’s true.” Syvella says quietly. “But the vast majority of that number are trained, fully grown, male orcs. With the forces we have here, we could put a dent for sure. Though taking them on in a fair playing field would result in each of our deaths or capture.”

“Then what do you prepose we do?” Krest replies.

“Someone mentioned another team was supposed to meet us here, right? Where are they?”