"Woods. I got Ironclads to handle that too I think." Said Styker, shuffling through his decks to find some rough-terrain golems he could bring to bear. "But we better hit them sooner rather than later. We can't let this trend keep up for long, or more people will imitate them. Plus, we seem to be making a bit of a scene now."

Pointing out some of the Landers congregating around the bar whispering amongst themselves, Styker then got up, passed a purse of coin to the waitress to pay for the meal and disruption from his ironclad, and barked an order for the ironclad to walk outside. "So where to first? I'm thinking I ought to play being a distraction at the frontgate while the rest of you hit them in the forest. My pets are expendable, and can cover any low-levels needing to get back in well-enough."