Stopping in his tracks the bard listens closely to the sounds just up ahead. (Blackscale......a few of them.....waiting....) Is what he assumes to hear. (Best inform the others....) he decides, heading back the way he came to return to the party. "Down the way the Adept fled, they have a hastily assembled ambush set up for us, no more then a small handful of blackscale from what I could tell." he informs the others. "By the way....has the kitsune not yet returned?" he asks with moderate concern.