Greenest: Marpenoth 22nd, 1489 DR

"Don’t talk to me like that, Sah. I have a mission and I will complete it. I did not say I am leaving... I said next time Actaeon has a plan I won’t interfere."

"If you keep arguing like a couple of old maids, you'll succeed in bringing the rest of kobolds and maybe even that dragon down upon us. So knock it off, grab your gear and let's get moving. Does your group have a scout? If not, I can handle those duties. If so, we can work together to get us to the Keep. I assume that is where you are heading?" Leaving the grated tunnel, Damien returns to his items and retrieves them. Setting the pack on his shoulders and sliding the bow in its place he turns to Kel, "Stay on my six and give me about 15-20' between us. By the gods Kel, you know the routine." Heading further up the streambed, Damien places about 15-20' between himself and the rest of the party. "When you all are ready."

Let is away!

Harold walks closer to Damien, keeping his steps quiet and his eyes and ears at the ready to sense his surroundings.

"The tunnel leads to the keep, Sah. But our mission is to rescue lost villagers."

"Rescue villagers you say? Well that does change things a bit. Kel? You up for a rescue mission? Harold? I get that right? let's run a 30' split and I assume you know the basic hand signals, if not lets get them straight before we move on. Bart, You drag behind 15-20' and split Harold and I, Kel a few feet behind you. Oraten take Bart's right flank. Looking at the last member of their group, "You take Bart's left flank. The flanks giving a 10' spread from Bart." Damien retrieves a couple of the swords from the Kobolds, sliding them between his pack and his back. Looking at the group he asks Bartholomew, "From which direction did you come into the town? Kel and I came from the south and slightly east. My suggestion would be to circle to our right on the outskirts of the town and gather up any citizens still in the their homes and have them make for the tunnel and finally the keep. Any weapons we acquire from the kobolds and theirs masters, we give to the citizens so they can defend themselves. Women and children without men folk, we escort back ourselves to insure their safety. Any other ideas?" Damien stands there waiting for any other suggestions the others may have. But he is constantly swiveling his head on the lookout.

"My name is Bartholomew, Sah."

Kel smiles as he takes in the others, then remembers where they are and tries to look serious. "Villagers in danger. I'm against it." He coughs. "I'm mostly good for artillery."

Plan’s sound, Dame! Harold does as Damien suggested, his bow at the ready with an arrow drawn.

Let's not waste any more time. Let's move.

Actaeon draws his bow, and notches an arrow. He just nods his head in approval.

Damien follows Harold's lead. With a practiced motion he draws out his and strings it, followed by a nocked arrow. Looking to the others he asks, "Everyone ready? Then lets roll out."

Taking the lead Damien heads to his right staying within the streambed, moving at 3/4 pace making perceptions checks every 100 yards or so. He checks periodically insuring the formation remains as stated until satisfied everyone keeps their positions.

Kel cautiously follows a few steps behind Bartholomew.

I'll walk as well, but I do not try to be stealthy.