Welcome, to our Abbey!

[Lady Amber]

"Yep, I've got my dagger," Arlane replied, patting the sheathed weapon at her side. "Let's go." She started towards the door.

[Lady Amber]

OOC: Hello?

[Hickory]

OOC: Right. I'll make a post later, sorry.

[Hickory]

Asher started toward the wallgate. "Excellent. Let's not waste time, shall we?"

Peering into the woodlands, he spotted a couple abandoned Flitchaye garments. Looking past them, he also noticed a glow. Above the trees was a column of smoke.
"Arlane! We better stop them before the forests gets a whiff of that fire."

[Lady Amber]

"Aye, let's go!" She looked at the Flitchaye clothes. "Do you think we should disguise ourselves by putting the clothes on?"

[Hickory]

Asher used an arrow tip to pick up the barkcloth. "It's quite smelly.  If you're willing to deal, though..." He dumped the clothes on the ground. "You could dress in it and take me as a prisoner..."

[Lady Amber]

Arlane wrinkled her nose at the smell. "I guess...," she said. She started putting on the old clothes. "I'm definitely having a bath after this," she muttered to herself. The otter stooped and got some mud from the ground. She smeared her face with it, hoping that would enable her to not be recognized as an otter. "Alright, are we ready?"

[Hickory]

"Yes, I have some spare bowstring here..." Asher took the string and handed it to Arlane, then held his paws together behind his back. He had slung his arrow, knife, quiver and herb bag onto the forest floor and stared at them wistfully. He'd be unarmed when they entered the camp. "Just do a loose knot so I can pull myself loose."

[Russa Nodrey]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in ages. I'll try to post soon, though.

[Lady Amber]

"Alright," Arlane replied. She took the string and tied a loose and basic knot. "There," she said, looking satisfied with her work. "Let's go!" She sprinted off towards the edge of the forest, feeling slightly nervous. What if the vermin saw through their plan?

[Hickory]

Asher did his best to appear distressed at his supposed capture, but only managed a downcast face. He whispered to Arlane, "If they ask you anything, guesture like you're deaf or something. Unless you speak Flitchaye. They'll probably want me roasted on a stick, so as soon as I'm next to the fire I'll loosen myself and grab a weapon from the Flitchaye. As soon as I do that, you need to put out the fires and get rid of that herb smoke. Cover your snout too." Asher stuck his nose into the collar of his jerkin, ineffectively sheilding against the fumes.

[Lady Amber]

"Alright," the otter answered. As they approached the camp, she picked up a stick and went behind Asher, pretending to shove him along. She grabbed a handkerchief out of her pocket and tied it around her face, leaving only her eyes exposed. They came to the edge of the camp. Multiple fires, with Flitchaye sitting by them, were scattered around. Arlane gulped as she entered.

[Hickory]

Asher cooly observed the camp. Most of the Flitchaye were armed with crude spears or clubs. He eyed one weasel that had found a rusted dagger. That would do.

[Lady Amber]

Arlane saw several buckets of water sitting to one side of the camp. She could dump them on the fires. As she was observing everything, her thoughts were interrupted by the leader coming towards them. Well, Arlane was pretty sure he was the leader. He was taller than the rest, for one thing. She took a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? Actually, many bad things could happen, but she realized that she had a dagger, while most of them had blunted spears.
The leader suddenly spoke. Arlane had no idea what he said, seeing as she didn't speak what sounded like gibberish, so she pointed to her ears, and then shook her head, trying to show that she couldn't hear.

[Hickory]

OOC: Just make it so that the leader dude wants Asher done in, and then at the last moment he frees himself and on and on.