Resuming his position at point once again, the Drow Swordsman marched forward following the huge black markers that guided their path and smiling to himself the entire time, until he came to the edge of a line of trees and looked beyond it.
What he saw off in the distance was a tall, stone fortress that was as stark and as dreary as the surrounding swamp itself. Whipping out the binoculars that Zakiyah made for him; the Dark Elf looked around for any obvious traps or a welcoming committee, but found only a few Bullywugs serving as guards on top of and outside of the fortress's walls.
Waving for his friends to move forward silently, Sterling passed the binoculars to the others and said with a steady smile, "Well, guys, take a look and tell me what do you see? Personally, I see a huge trap ahead of us that's just waiting to be sprung, but I have a plan. I know it's going to sound pretty weird, but trust me when I say that you're all going to like it--well, at least most of us!" Looking at Ashleyien with a mischevious grin.
