Urlag grumbles and mutters, but dresses quickly enough, and is ready to go almost as quickly as the peppy and excited drow.<br/><br/>Soon enough, they're out on the road, moving at a remarkable speed, up into the mountains, along the rather narrow, winding path, towards where the attacks have been. About five hours into their ride, a bit past noon, Chess becomes aware that... someone is watching them. (Perception, DC 45, to notice someone hiding, about forty feet up the slope, and nearly 100 feet back.)