The encampment below is shadowed as surely as the piercing blue eyes of the Feruk scouts.  As the Delvers get closer, Yula peers at the camp, taking in details and pieces of information, bits of knowledge to help them find a space to intrude.  The angular faces of the men below are difficult to read and their language foreign, though it is immediately clear who the leader of the troupe is.  The tall, well muscled man with flowing hair, Deris Feruk the Witch-Catcher, presumes over the gathering with quick gestures.  Yula, however, notices a layer of tension, an additional shifting of his body whenever he passes near the young, thin runner still panting against the wall.<br/><br/>Strange that the runner, though so exhausted by his run, is flopping his arms out at his sides.  No, he has in his hands a small embroidery set, his fingers quickly sewing patterns and shapes.  Deris Feruk glares at the young man, snarling out at him, "Complete your witchcraft quickly, boy.  If your bindings are not as you have claimed, I'll kill you myself."  The hatred is clear on his face, his lips scowling and pulling back as his gloved hand tightens on his hooked staff.  He pauses as the circlet on his forehead flashes for a moment and then turns to his men, barking out, "The water witch draws nearer."  That's an interesting toy, a bauble that glows in the presence of magic.  Or perhaps his hatred of wizarding ways would be helpful, didn't his father just claim a necromantic tome for his own?<br/><br/>Up ahead the other Delvers are drawing closer to the chasm, standing on a hill hidden from view with a steep sand wall.  They seem to be drawing closer, Phelypsis in front, of course, getting dangerously close to the camp.  Then Yula's eyes are drawn back to the spellcaster sewing and pulling strings.  Immediately she knows, they are going to close off the chasm as soon as the Delvers enter it.<br/><br/>Before she can offer a warning, she sees Phelypsis's foot step onto a cracked bit of rock and the barbarian slides.  The Anda's butt hits the sand and she is sand-sledding immediately as Deris points up at the Delvers shouting out in common, "There they are!  Seize them!"<br/><br/>The camp explodes into activity, the runner quickly trying to finish his spell as the guards jump into action.  On their horned dargants, the two outriders turn and bark out commands to each other, one throwing one end of a fishing net to the other.  They move towards Phelypsis, trampling up dust and sand as their dargants roar.  The net moves towards her as she tumbles, threatening to catch her up.  The two shapes in the darkness charge forward, two enormous, well muscled bodies clad in thick leather armor patched over their bodies.  Black tattoos mottle their oiled skin, though this is easy to miss as they seem to be charging directly up the hill towards the Delvers, heedless of the incline.<br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ec/d4/dd/ecd4dd2e5877171522943a1148ebf115.jpg)<br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/cf/f6/3bcff6b09719675f3379f5769a269121.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Phelypsis needs to make a Defy Danger to avoid being wrapped in nets and those goliaths are charging right at you!  Delvers, what do you do?</strong>