Vrael murmured the final protective spell and watched as the structures disappear. He rolled the Binding paper and placed it into a small glass vial. If the Binding symbol upon the paper was torn, the structures would reappear again.Â<br/><br/>He hefted his pack and beckoned to Elva. The journey awaits. They found the narrow path which the villagers used to access their plantations fairly easily. They followed the path, northwards. As they progressed, the trees grew smaller and the canopy thinner.Â<br/><br/>They were out of the forest by late-morning, the village was sprawled over the face of a hill, and they caught the faintest signs of life.Â<br/><br/>By noon, they had obtained their horses and approached the edge of the village, fully provisioned fro a week's worth of travel. With a flick of the reins, Vrael spurred the horse onward.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The red soil crunched beneath his boots as he made his way over to the treeline, Not really, the camp was partially within vegetation. The physical security consisted of a palisade wall and spike-filled trenches. Getting past the magical security was easy, just walk right through them, triggering nearly all of them at once. Within moments, guards began to swarm towards him, and past him as one could not confront what one never noticed.Â<br/><br/>He marched past the outer tents towards wide space where the generals congregated over a table, pushing little wooden blocks which represented their troops or massed around their Great Leader. The edges of Puppeteer's lips made a definite upward curve, revealing the whites of his teeth.Â<br/><br/>He deactivated the Cloaking symbol before shoving several generals aside to reach the table. A snap of his fingers caused a rolled up parchment to materialize in his free hand, with black wisps clinging to the material for a moment before disappearing.Â<br/><br/>The wooden blocks were knocked aside as a the larger map was spread out over the significantly less-detailed map. He turned to Mordrake, ignoring the thicket of steel which surrounded him, "As promised, have returned with intelligence sources," He bowed, a bit in a clumsy manner. "You will find this map adequate for your purposes, the ink fades and darkens as the cityscape alters during the assault."