As they climb the ridge, the responses of the rest of the party are almost sufficient to summarize the scene. "By the gods..." "This is no mere warband..." "I think retreat might be the best option."<br/><br/>From the ridge, you find yourself looking across a broad vale, with a rugged, knoblike hill or small mountain on the opposite side. The Dawn Way cuts through the valley, a ribbon of pale stone leading past the towering heights of the hill. The valley is filled with a great encampment. Hundreds of crude tents dot the valley floor, interspersed with bulky siege engines, groups of wagons, and pens for draft beasts. You can easily make out hundreds of warriors in view at any given time. Bands of goblin worg riders patrol the camp's outskirts, battalions of fierce hobgoblins engage in mock battles with martial shouts and the clang of steel on steel, hulking giants plod from place to place, and you can see a scarlet-colored dragon lazily circling overhead. This is the camp of an army numbering the the<em>thousands.</em><br/><br/>(And, for reference, remember I said at the beginning there were a few points when you could win the campaign right then and there? This is one of them.)