Taking out his bow and readying an arrow, Fendros crept through the entrance to the cave beside Ahansha. Being aware to look for them, he carefully avoided the various tripwires and other mechanisms set up to alert the occupants of intruders. He was glad for the muffle spell that Meesei had cast over them, because everything down to the smallest loose rock made a sound within the cave. [i]I would have to be a mouse to sneak up on anything,[/i] Fendros thought.

By the time they saw their first enemies, they had yet to be spotted. Before joining Ahansha to aim for the lookouts, Fendros quickly took out the marksmanship potion that Runt had prepared and drank it down. It tasted of truffles and juniper, rich, but not the worst concoction he had ever had. Within a moment, he felt a sharpness in his mind, a new sureness. It made his hands steadier and his aim more confident as he pulled back an arrow and directed it to the hunter lookout on the left. He didn't know how long the potion would last, but he would take no chances in this pivotal point.

"3... 2... 1..." Fendros whispered almost silently. The lookouts craned their heads to the small sound ahead, but couldn't discern it before Fendros loosed his arrow straight into the neck of his target. With a shocked look, the hunter choked and slumped off his chair onto the ground. Hopefully the fall did not cause too much sound.