Khan nodded, wordless. He led the party through a thorny thicket of low trees, stopping one hundred yards from a crude wooden fort surrounded by gnarled, archaic pines on a low hill in the sandy soil. He gestured to the Bosmer, indicating the trees and that they should climb them, so as to gain a count of the monsters. They returned after fifteen or so minutes. They reported a threcount, as well as five savage-looking wild boar; "Wiv tusks big as yer ahm." The Wood Elves said they might also have seen a man tied up by the fire, but they could not be sure. They drew in the dirt a rough layout of the camp, showing sleeping mats in the back, the fire at the center, and the boar pens near the boulder that served as the gate to the camp.
Khan surveyed this all with a practiced eye, squatting over the crude drawing. "I reckon those hogs are for defense, we should have the spearmen form up and march first...then the swordsmen, and I suppose the archers. I think that ought to work. Then you and I will lead into the camp, and make it our mission to take care of these most distasteful of creatures. Sound good?"
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