<div class="floatright">(http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/488932624340336076/26EB3F388D7A6D0F273B34B138B82351780AFA11/)</div><br/>There is little mistake about Alistair's mood when he walks from the meeting, through the inn, and bursts out into the street. To say that he feels the move to hold on tracking the gnolls for feasts and bathes is foolish is an understatement. The bath and feast will take at least this day and tonight. Training will last one day. This is two days lost. Two days where anything could happen. Animals could foul the trail, villagers could walk on it not knowing its there, The heavens themselves could dump rain and wash it away.<br/><br/>But what can he do about? The purpose in this realm is to help the people of Newgate. To be Champions. Bathing, fucking, and eating doesn't serve the people of Newgate. It gives the Gnolls time to rally and plan another offensive, when they should be put on the defensive. With all the ranting in his head and all the evidence weighing in his favor, the elder and the group has spoken.<br/><br/>That doesn't mean he will be caught with his pants down. Instead of celebrating he stomps to a barn in the center of Newgate and climbs in the loft. From this vantage he gets a panoramic view of the approaches to and from town. All he can do now is try to keep watch while the others play, and hope he doesn't have to fight off the second gnoll invasion alone.<br/><br/>