The return from the damp corridors to the fresh air was a revitalizing experience, not to mention the boon of even an hour's rest.

Brannor was partial to sleep in the light of day and stalk the night, as any good hunter would; prey animals, be them men or deer, were at such tremendous disadvantage that anyone accustomed to the darkness that came with each day's passing had the odds swung far into their favor. It was why the beasts of the land were so feared by common folk, even if more mysterious and magical beings prowled the day. The great unknown, surrounding them, confounding them, it filled both eye and heart with unsettling and ambient terror. Most had enough difficulty with fending off lesser threats they could see, even a motley band of raiding goblins or kobolds.

But that was not the case for those present, at least not in majority. Darkness was an ally, one the enemy had turned against themselves by wandering through the dying fires of the streets or in one case, soaring against the backdrop of the stars and moon. Clearly they were uneducated in the forces they were attempting to exploit; all the more reason to turn the aggressors into the feeble targets they really were without their leaders.

"You are right that it might be a trap," The huntsman's voice growled softly from behind them as the raven's master guided the avian figure through the sky above, "But if so, it is only an opportunity to prove our own cunning."

The hunter conceded the halfling's fears might have been well placed, but what brashness had they undertaken tonight? Short of the dragon which they had no option but to fend off lest it raze the keep, they had been cautious, watchful to act on opportunity rather than rush headlong in first. Even the half orc and his crazed demeanor had enough decency to seemingly plan out his insanity, even if the path he chose for himself was still one of great and wild danger.

No less, the enemy did not appear particularly... successful? The man was still uncertain as to what they were even after, ignoring the why, let alone why this mill was so vitally important. It was crucial to their food stores, that much he understood, but there were greater concerns on his mind.

"So make yourself watchful like the bird above on wing."

He shifted about with little more than the soft stirring of a few leaves, turning to stare down the path they had come. Being followed was his first worry, leaving the rest, for the moment, to preoccupy themselves with surveying the road beyond the orchard and its camouflaging trees as well as the notions of just why the attackers were doing what it was they did. With all the honesty he carried himself with, he addressed the cleric's response with as cut and dry an answer as expected of a born hunter.

"As for capture, I am more partial to killing my quarry, but we will see if your efforts have any result, priest. I have no high hopes that these [i]things[/i] wish to do anything other than see your home destroyed." The man added, falling silent thereafter once addressing Shepard. 

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Brannor rolls an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2387]8[/url] for a Wisdom (Perception) check to see if the enemy has attempted to follow them or if they are near the keep's underground entrance. If he could better hear or smell them, he has advantage on this check and rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2388][/url].
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