It has been over a month since you were placed in a division for spying on the enemy. With word of an impending attack, you were sent into enemy territory by yourself, and with limited supplies to boot.
But that was all you needed... your dark clothing and your wits.
It is night time. The moon is full and high in the sky, but heavy clouds keep it hidden most of the time, helping to conceal your position. Peeking out from the tree line of the forest, you look into the clearing at the rows of tents that have been set up by the enemy's army.
Judging by the number of campfires and the patrols walking along the clearing's edge, you estimate the size to be in the thousands. A good size to cause quite a bit of trouble should they make it past the borders of Coninze.
Your job is information. You need to find out where they plan to attack, and any other information that you happen to find that could be of some use.
Movement at the corner of your eye. You see another patrol coming near you. Slowly, you crouch down and press up against the trunk of the tree, waiting for them to pass...
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