The Whispering Woods earned their name.
Wind moved through the canopy above, rustling leaves in patterns that sounded almost like voices. Aegis crouched behind a fallen log, peering through the underbrush at the bandit camp below.
It was bigger than she'd expected. Two dozen tents arranged in a rough circle, a central firepit still smoking from breakfast, and at least thirty armed figures moving between structures. Wooden palisades marked the perimeter, hastily constructed but functional.
"Thirty-two," Kanna murmured from her left, eyes scanning the camp with professional detachment. "Maybe thirty-five. Hard to tell who's a combatant and who's support."
"I count four sentries on rotation," Scarlett added from Aegis's right. "Two on the north approach, two on the south. Honestly, they've got decent discipline for bandits."
[That's because they're not really bandits. They're ex-military.]
Aegis remembered this quest from the game.
