As the cry went up Kis dropped her plate, glazing mournfully at the half-eaten rabbit leg which had been roasted to perfection only to be dropped in the dirt. Drawing her blades from their sheathes she stepped back out of the light of the campfire, closing her eyes tightly as she moved off between the trees, her other senses sharp in the woodlands.

After a couple of minutes her eyes snapped open, her night vision restored as she began to make her way around the farmlands, looking to out-flank the bandits. She could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the camp, but most of the noise seemed to be coming from the young, inexperienced members of the party who were screaming for orders and demanding to know what was happening in the darkness which surrounded them.

Shaking her head with derision Kis made use of the distraction to quickly scale one of the largest trees in her vicinity and glanced out across the ground, looking for signs of the intruders.