[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][center][color=darkgray][h1][i][b]Guard 1[/b][/i][/h1][/color][/center][center][color=darkgray][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] [b]??[/b][/center][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center]

        Deep within the shadows lay the prone, completely hidden form of the Guard stretched out his twitching, sensitive, rodent nose in the direction of his prey. His issued crossbow, a well worn but also well cared for device, bore a taut line and all the potential energy necessary to propel its ammunition through the soon-to-be corpse of its intended target. 

	Wait, no... <ahem> Behind the flaming barrel of pitch, the Wererat Guard bid his time, waiting for enough backs to be turned and/or the appropriate signal to occur for him to make his move. Until then, in stark contrast to the usual skulking about in the shadow to conceal one's self, the brightness and environment gave him cover until their devastating attack could be launched.

	Check that: Mr. Wererat Guard found himself skittering through the trees off to the side of the fighting, a mighty internal shout of [color=darkgray]"Fuck this noise,"[/color] clattering against the inside of his skull so loudly that he thought it might slip out into the audible world. Lots of things just died that were supposed to have the upper hand and he wasn't going to be next. That, and his boss had gone from [i]confident despot[/i] straight to [i]complete nutjob[/i] in the time it might have taken him to make a sandwich. It was time to think of himself and duck out of this situation. 

	No, I'm sorry - He was the established backup, and he was going to be the best Plan B he could be. This involved setting up behind impromptu murder holes in the places that their opposition would likely move next. There would be tripwires. There would be flaming oil. Spike traps. He would rain plague-infested rats upon them when they moved through an archway or large enough door. His crossbow would puncture ankles and slow them down in arduous personal agony while ...things... began to crawl all over them, nipping away tenderer parts of skin. Yes, they would see him again. 

	Watch out, he's right behind you! Salivating with anticipation as he sees his opportunity to clamp teeth down and make [i]you[/i] like [i]him[/i]. In fact, its what they should have done to begin with. It would have made for an interesting, if not particularly sophisticated, preemptive solution. 

	The fact is, no one in the party knows where he is, nor what he's planning. Good luck. 



[@Dragoknighte] [color=ff6c5c][b]Marita[/b][/color] is free to do what she needs to do.