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[b]2,100[/b]  444 (+1) (-4 exp) (+7 exp) (+35) (+4) (+5)
[b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 6 (16 cells)[/color] [/b][color=ea590c]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (108/60)
[b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands - The Midnight Walk 
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Edward had a fair bit of trudging to do between his faked death and getting clear of detection, which was especially rotten due to the cold. He soldiered through regardless, and then, once he dismissed the enchantments and inferno hounds and left Whitey in the dark, burst into a run. The flames of Hestia burned around him as he did, giving him just a bit of heat that made it possible to unfurl his wings and take flight again in order to catch up with the stagecoach.

By the time he caught up with the rest of the party, he was cold and tired, and thus very happy to sequester himself away and pour over the blueprints Heismay had retrieved while leaving the driving to Sandalphon. The only brief exception to this secluded restfulness was to greet the strange fellow Tenna who’d joined them.

As such he was inactive for most of the peaceful ride through the hilly snowfield, and recovered enough stamina and warmth wise to step outside into the cold again in-order to observe the strange sight.

Not that the man hadn’t seen monkey-folk before, mind. The many worlds of the astral sea held many types of people. Nor was using darts as a weapon unheard of. But the things they were fighting were just out of this world from his perspective, with their perfectly smooth shells and featureless bodies. Then his brain dug up memories of a halfling jester (who were deceptively dangerous warriors armed with [url=https://i.imgur.com/lsyo33e.png]firework launchers[/url]) showing off something similar during a party. 

Which just made things even stranger.

Still, he agreed with the assessment that the monkey defenders might be less than discerning with their defense, and so sought to check to see if this was the case.

First he sent a pair of inferno hounds he’d formed to go padding through the snow towards the monkey’s defenses at a leisurely pace, which got one thunked with a dart to the flank for their efforts. 

[color=ea590c]”Well, that seems to confirm the danger”[/color] he observed. He’d also been observing the monkeys’ and machines’ general attack strategy, and noted that they seemed to have rather limited range. A few meters at most even. Which ment…[color=ea590c]”Perhaps we can simply go around them?”[/color]

That was his hypothesis anyway, one that a quick runabout with the inferno hounds seemed to confirm.

Thus, rather than risk the stagecoach or the triggering of the Reindrix’s galeeming wrath, he proposed they simply take the coach off-road for a little bit. If approved, man started using his two pairs of hounds to start digging/melting through the snow in order to form a route they could take around and outside of the range of the monkey’s defenses. The man himself also joined in, using the comically large spoon from the armory as a snow shovel when he wasn’t shooting it with his Smiting Bishop rifle in order to create patches of snow melting archfire.