Devaguea looked down at the bandit lair, a silent snarl on his muzzle, before he curled up at the top of the hill, staring down at the fort. "Talia, I want to know everything about that fort before we hit it. Torak, Erin, guard the camp. Damien, see if the animals can tell you anything that might help, or if there are fae nearby to parley with. We might be able to get some outside help."