Julie
*There's a werewolf somewhere out here. It's been killing innocents, and it must be stopped. You three, Horace, Mai, and Tavish, have been employed to stop it. You've gained information that it's going to strike again, tonight when the moon rises. It's maybe 5 pm, and the sun is setting. However, you can't exactly go in projectiles blazing; there's innocents too. It's camping with 5 other people, one of which is supporting the werewolf. The rest are unsuspecting of the horror that awaits them. You have to figure out which one is the werewolf, and slay them should the full moon rise.*

*The road is thin, so single file is the only option. Horace with his thermal vision spots some wandering figures in the forest, but they're not close enough to be spotted quite yet.*
Mathew
*Tavish was there at the front of the line, which was most probably because of him having actual armor and being a quite old soldier, he of course had his shield straped on his right arm, his greatsword on his left side, he also sneakly snuck whit him a single botle of beer , which would be in his right hand.*

*He could from here start to hear the crackles of the fires, so he would stop walking foward so he could signal to the other that they where near,he would then signal horace to follow him and mai to stealthly follow them, he didn't really care how she would do it as long as she wouldn't get detected and could react to the werewolf's apearence relativelly fast, after that he would start walking down the path once again*
Frank
*Horace would walk along the darkened stone pathway, his foot steps uneven and nervous. Not only was this the first time he went on this kind of quest, but it just had to be with Mai or all people... They hadn't said a word to each other this far in, but the elf didn't think that was a very good thing... He could tell, Mai was pissed at best, disgusted at worst... Though, what ever was gonna happen could happen later, whether that was an angry discussion, a fight... Or just more uncomfortable silence. Not the time to worry about things like that however, Horace needed to focus. The elf's eyes would scan over the forest, moving across the darkened forest. The pale moonlight peering past trees and shrubs, casting beautiful shadows across the floors. Though Horace wouldn't pay much mind to this, his own attention drawn to the blobs of reddish marks across his eyes. He still wasn't accustomed to this 'thermal vision' thing he developed from his time in the dark... But it certainly was useful, to say the very least. Looking past the trees sat 6 figures, just like the intel said. Three to the left and 4 to the right, the 4 being in groups of two. Horace's footsteps would grow silent at this as he stops, noticing Tavish's halt as well. Both seemed to of noticed their arrival, which was good at least. He'd pause at Tavish's signals, taking a moment to decipher them. He was to follow Tavish while Mai remained hidden from the group. A decent plan to say the least. Horace would nod to this, glancing back at Mai for a moment, though he says nothing.*

*He'd rest a hand on his rapier as a sign of caution, continuing on foot with Tavish. He mumbles to the man in a low voice.*
"6 of them, intels good. Two on the right, 3 on the left. There seems to be another two on the right, farther up, separated from the rest... Should you really be drinking on the job...?"