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[color=#66CDAA][b][h1]Kayliss Lambert[/h1][/b][/color]
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There had very nearly been a friendly fire incident involving a jumpy archer after Kayliss had gotten her disguise on. Fortunately, she'd announced her presence before leaving the bushes and gotten away without getting shot. With that bit of idiotic comedy done with, Kayliss moved on to her part of the mission: finding the necromancer behind all of this and eliminating him. 

She'd kept in cover while approaching the camp, wanting to determine the state of the enemy before finalizing her approach. Even in a disguise, it wasn't guaranteed she'd be able to simply walk into the camp without pass codes or identification. And claiming to be the last survivor of an ambush would only alert the enemy to the rest of the Lions approaching soon. However, it seemed her preparation was for naught. No guards at the entrance. How...curious. Even the most incompetent bandit assigned guards at night. A deliberate trap? Perhaps. Regardless, Kayliss stuck with a stealthy approach as she entered, creeping behind cover and making sure there were none watching as she stalked into the camp. 

Her caution absolutely hadn't paid off in the case. The camp was completely empty. And ransacked. Had another troop beaten them here? It couldn't have been another Veltan force. They would have known. The Ithillins, perhaps? Still, there was nothing else here to tell for the moment without taking up valuable time. At the very least, she had to find the necromancer and confirm their death. A glance around the camp showed that the only possible way forward was into the outcropping, where some sort of cave or tomb awaited. With practiced familiarity, Kayliss inspected the entranceway for traps before proceeding onward, one dagger already unsheathed and hidden within the billowing sleeve of her cultist robe.