text: Miller nods. "Alright. We don't know of any outposts in those woods, so we should be able to get through undetected." With those words, the three of you continue on to the woods. You walk through the fields without incidence, and get to the edge of the forest in record time.
  
  The three of you march through it, keeping an eye out. You're there for about an hour, continuing to march on, when you hear voices up ahead. The three of you stop in your tracks and get down low, listening. The voices are speaking Kishak. You turn to face your companions. "Can I get a translation?" you ask.
  
  Iris nods, and listens to the voices. Her face goes pale. "... They're talking about how boring it is to be in an outpost in the middle of the woods." You and Miller share a look of surprise, then turn to face the direction of the voices again. A new outpost, one that the military didn't know about.
  
  Miller pipes up. "We go around it as slowly and carefully as we can."
  
  Iris shakes her head. "It can't be that many. We go in there and light them up."
  
  Looks like it's up to you to decide what to do.
  > You we'll take them down like Iris suggested.
  You shake your head at Miller. "Remember, this'll make it easier for the military to come through the area. If we're quick and efficient, we'll barely miss any time."
  
  Iris nods, smiling in approval that you agreed with her.
  
  Miller sighs, shaking his head. "I don't like it."
  
  "Too bad. That's what we're doing. Now come on, let's go." You get up, unhooking your sword from your back, and march towards the voices. As you break through the brush and step into view of the outpost, you're surprised to find a well-defended fort instead of a dingy wooden watchtower like you were expecting. A dozen or so Kishak wander about, waiting for an attack.
  
  "Shi-" Iris' curse is cut off when a bolt flies into her throat, and she collapses to the ground. She twitches for a moment, then goes still. A horn blows, and the soldiers all turn to you. Miller unsheathes his sword and charges at the nearest Kishak soldier, impaling him. He doesn't last long either, however, as a bolt flies true and hits him in the chest, followed by another. For added measure, a soldier runs up and runs his spear through Miller's gut. The knight falls to the ground, dead.
  
  The remaining soldiers turn to you. You sigh, shaking your head. Dumb move. Shouldn't have done it. Now you're dead for sure.
  
  You grin, however. Doesn't mean you won't go down without a fight.
  
  You charge forward with a primal yell, meeting the soldiers head on.
  
  THE END