Watching

Harlequin crouch by the campfire and stared into the flames. The image of the heroes flickered in the heart of the fire and he smiled as he watched them welcome the half elf into their fold. Such simple creatures really, it had been a small matter to twist Garands spell to land him just where he wanted.

"I am too good." Harlequin crooned.

Borrs stood nearby learing down at the eldritch image. He gave a small grunt at the self congratulations of his master. Harlequin spared him an irritable glance.

"What?" He demanded.

"The legion and bandits will make short work of them if they catch them down there." Borrs growled.

Harlequin waved his hand over the fire and the image shifted to show near to sixty soldiers and a dozen sisters of the old tracking the party through the deep road. He gave a sigh.

"Easily solved." And with that his eyes shone with power as he snapped his fingers and watched the stone of the caverns begin to shake. Debris fell amongst the soldiers crushing several and causing the others to scatter.

"There, that should delay them somewhat and even the odds a touch." He brushed his hands together at a job well done.