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— Slavers Camp —[/center]
A pale reptillian tongue flicked out, pulling what scents he could from the air. As opposed to the suit he would have worn in a city he was bared to the waist with just his weapons harness cutting across his chest. Grimlit hadn't eaten for three days but that wasn't any sort of problem, he could go a month if he had to. Well, it smelled like there was some sort of camp nearby and though they were taking care to not light any fires it wouldn't help to hide them from him. Whoever they were, it was likely they would have food.

There were even odds between having to buy or fight for it. Well, given the way things were going right now and how they were hiding things leaned a bit more towards the latter. It wasn't exactly unheard of for soldiers to desert and turn bandit when war seemed imenant and with the soldiers tied up near the border there was nobody to deter more traditional banditry. Either way, there may be a bounty in it for him.

Grimlit dropped onto all fours and lithely moved through the grass. His banded patterning helped him to blend in and many years of practice meant he disturbed it no more than a small animal would. Thirty paces ahead there was a sentry, his scent strong and, despite what care he had taken to hide, the heat his body made visible. 

The lizardman circled carefully to the left, towards the mans dominant hand. It would be easier to pin his weapon from that side if he made any move to draw. But he didn't. Even with whatever careless alerted him the conclusion was inevitable. Without even giving him time to utter a cry Grimlit caught his neck in a powerful grip and tore out his throat even as he pushed him to the ground.

Grimlit remained prone for several of his slow heartbeats before moving again. Near the top he stopped again and slowly lifted his head above the crest. Seven tents and a cart with a cage. Ten horses. Slavers then, at least ten of them. Well, nine now but likely more. Not terrible odds for a sneak attack but nothing that should be rushed. If they had one sentry out then there should be more and the easiest way to find out would be to wait for a change of watch.

He settled back down on the crest and waited as the day grew warmer. What a nice morning to bask in the sun.

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It had been nearly an hour before the changover. The hour of watching gave him a count of thirteen slavers, after he killed the replacement for the first one. He would have to move quickly before someone noticed that only five of the six sentries returned. He chose a route that took him behind a tent where he lifted the corner and killed the man inside leaving seven in the camp with another five outside.

His next move put him next to the cart. He looked above the edge to observe the rest of the camp and get a better look at the small girl they had taken. His original intent had been to slaughter the camp and disappear, letting the sentries live to send a message. Now his prioroties had changed.

Unfortunatly the cage was locked and she had been bound. Grimlit had little time to come up with a better plan but he was never one to hesitate. With a violent twist he tore the door from the cage, with another quick movement he reached in and twisted the chain, breaking it where it attached to the cage. It had been quick but that was all the time he had before being spotted.

There was a shout and a shot fired into the air so he grabbed the girl, still bound and took off at a run.

[@Raineh Daze]