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The night wore on and other then running across some wildlife that you would later eat the journey was dull. As the day aproached and the acursid sun reveild everything in its path your scout came running back. "Humans more then I have arrows. On horses with heavy armor." Seems the retched humans had the same idea as your leader but munch later they were a half day from the last recorded human lands and if they were this far out no reinforcements would come. Still a small band against heavy calvery was a game you just as soon avoid.