He gestured to the camp with a smile. "Well, if you want to go ahead and wait here, be my guest. In fact, that would be better, since I can contact you and you could then give the commanders information that is current, rather than several hours old.<br/><br/>Besides, you seem to assume I actually sleep at some point."<br/><br/>He kept going forward, keep quiet and started dozing up in trees where he was less likely to be ambushed or spotted. Once he was in place, he examined the camp, counting several times to make sure, wanting to be sure he had as much information as he could before he went back. Freeing the slaves/food stock would be an exercise in futility, as the trolls could move faster than they could, and would just be run down and captured again if not slaughtered on the spot.