You dismiss the effort and trek back down the hill; the hiding magic of the tower shimmering it out of your view not many paces past your departure. The hair stands up on the back of your neck as a chill wind blows that way; a clear and inexplicable instinct warning you that you have not seen the last of this dark wizard, and may have brought more focus to yourself than you ought.

You are not long in waiting for this to become true.

You pass the herdstone - the necromantic attachment is still absent, but it has not yet attracted a new herd - and push on further before fatigue forces you to camp. Aegis's growl draws you to wake - blinking, your bleary eyes register movement low to the ground amidst the trees around you...

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What's the plan? Feign sleep until you can get a better idea of their number and type? Burst into breaktastic violence immediately? Give me a visual perception roll if it's the first, or just roll straight initiative if it's the second!