He made a note to imbue her with a bit of divine luck after the first attack, so she could have a better chance at getting free of the camp if she had to hang around after the first attack. That done, he went about to each of the taverns, slipping into the store rooms and imbuing the food so that it would act as a hero's feast for anyone that ate some within the next twelve hours, a bit of spirit bolstering that he could do for the basic troops. The magic in the food would subtly lift their spirits, and make them slightly more skillful, not enough for anything to actually notice it happening, other than a sudden rash of 'good luck' but it would do.<br/><br/>That took most of the morning, and he retreated to the mansion, looking over his undead troops, the three ogres and just over a dozen human sized skeletons, bring his personal army to seventeen. That done, he set up the mansion for the arriving guests, and politely let the ladies know about the arriving company. The 'party' was really just a hurried meal, since everyone had other things to do, though he did quietly pull Lady Tredora aside, and offer her a wand of summon monster 4, cleric spell, with only 5 charges left in it.<br/><br/>Once everyone had left, all of them feeling much better about their chances, thanks to the magic in the meal, he settled in a comfortable chair, dozing lightly, until nightfall. That done, he stood up, mentally ordered the undead into the mansion after chasing the others out, and got out himself, gathering the rope and heading toward where they had been set up in the planning, closest to the spot where the hobgoblins would hit first. He got to the area, and stepped into an alley, before letting the undead out of the mansion, though they stayed in the alley. He then joined the others, nodding politely, and appeared to doze off while leaning against his staff. Nothing to do until the attack began.