It's a small patrol, but not insignificant; a pair of dual-wielding hobgoblins, three rank and file soldiers, and one cleric.<br/><br/>Cerul spots them, shortly after he's moved into position. "Scouts, on the road, ahead... and there's no cover, nearby." The flat, lifeless plain around them wouldn't provide any protection, no matter how hard or fast they rode. "Best we meet them head on, then. Don't let them escape."