When they stopped, they'd gone well past the tree line and into the open field, livid moonlight shining down on them, a starry sky above them, and a cool night breeze on their skin.
Apart from the questions they'd asked him, he'd mostly been silent.
To him, a great opportunity had landed in his hands to enter the city with the marching army.
The walls were massive and therefore severely understaffed, but he'd stalled heading for them, unaware of any mystical properties they might have that would make him detectable.
He had come up with two plans, burrow beneath ground with Alia's elemental powers, or use the rodent vessels as bait and find birds of prey vessels.
He would then slingshot himself over the wall, and substitute places with his hawk vessels.
He was to do either of these along with investigating the map markings on the wall.
The first plan had obvious downsides, but, of course, he didn't get to test either, as he ran into the party.
