[color=brown]"Oh come on now..."[/color] Garret grumbled to himself. He watched from his hiding place as chaos spread through the camp. This would almost certainly spelled trouble for the expedition. He could respect their timing - when dawn broke and the caravan was ready to move out. A large caravan was more alert for nightly threats since that was their most vulnerable point. A few days in and ready to go, most people would let their guard down. Still, it was a little strange. He couldn't imagine that the caravan would have much in the way of valuables, so he didn't really understand why they were attacking this camp in particular. Harried refugees were an easy mark, certainly, but surely there were easier targets. Nevertheless, while such reasoning may be beyond society's dregs, experience taught him that they wouldn't attack the camp if they didn't think they could take it. And that meant that they at least had enough fighting men to match the caravan guards and then some, which would most definitely be troublesome to deal with. Soon enough, he could hear hurried beast-like footsteps as a laguz came running towards his hiding place. Garret silently unsheathed his knife, ready to fight. The wolf laguz kept running, past his hiding spot, and Garret peeked out to see what had drawn the bandit's attention. It looked as if they had cornered some poor sad sack behind some tents, sword at the ready to do who knew what. Almost without thinking Garret took aim, drew his arm back and threw his blade. The wolf laguz fell forward, Garret's dagger jutting out from the nape of his neck. [color=brown]"Have some standards, why don't you?"[/color] He mutters to the dead laguz. Ignoring the erstwhile victim's words of gratitude Garret crouched down and took his knife. He flipped the body to face upwards and examined it, looking for some markings indicating his alignment. He knew most of the major bandit groups operating in the area but for the ones that could complete an operation of this size he wasn't entirely sure. He knew even less about laguz banditry as they were especially hostile to Beorc like him. Not that he could blame them. At any rate, he couldn't pin down the laguz's identity nor their organisation so he decided to leave them be. But they were definitely laguz, so he'd have to make the proper preparations. Garret looked up and saw that the victim had run away. A good thing, because what he was about to do could be somewhat embarrassing. Garret dropped to the ground and rolled in the dirt for a bit, before getting up and brushing the dirt out of his eyes. He knew wolves had a keen sense of smell and he was pretty sure wolf Laguz were similar. The smell of dirt would hopefully mask his scent to some degree, which would be conducive to his game plan. Crouching low, Garret began creeping around the tents. There were bound to be a fair few bandits, probably a significant number than there were guards, so it was his time to shine. This was a good chance to have the caravan owe him something and he wasn't going to let that slide. Garret moved like a ghost, ignoring fights that went well and lending a helping blade to losing ones, all the while looking for the bandit leader. It was likely that things would get worse for the expedition as things went on so he needed to end this fast. If he didn't then it would be more difficult for the group to survive the trip.