Chasing

Gra'akast

It was not hard for Voah, Gonyaul and Malacost, to follow the wagon once it left the Dark Robes lair.

Although it would have made sense to leave someone behind to explore the lair, the risk was likely not worth the reward. Voah herself had barely escaped last time she infiltrated the place.

The two teamsters led their horses and wagon towards the Old Gate, in the north of the city. The gate that opened up to the desert away from the oasis, leading north.

The three left the city behind, following the tracks left my the wagon, knowing that horses did not travel far in the desert without water and so they hoped the trip would not take too long.

And indeed it did not. One day after leaving the city, travelling the irrigated farming fields of the Holy City, they came upon the destination of the wagon and its drivers. They easily counted around hundred and fifty heads.

Cresting a dune, the came upon a sea of tents, animal pens and camp fires. They immediately say the banners of the Brotherhood of the Ebony Hand, fluttering in the wind at the edge of the camp, slightly seperated from the others.

The other banners they assumed were from other Ozainae Septs, all pitched around a central gathering area. Malacost and Voah exchanged knowing looks.

This was clearly a war camp...