"The target is..." two things to be of note here: 47 is not from a fantasy world; 47 only knows so much about fantasy tropes from media just by chance--which is simply to say that 47 hasn't the proper words to describe some of the things he's seen. But he'll do his best! "...well, a larger version of these things." 47 pokes at one of the dead goblins with a spear. "It appears to be some sort of tribal chief, either a warlord or shaman. I had to remain further away to stay clear of unwanted trouble."
Stealth assassin power activated! Well, in other words 47 didn't go for the kill because it was very crowded over there and he lacks any proper gear at the moment. He explains that in sort wording as well, describing a few of the more pertinent details of guards and routes that he noticed while on the prowl as well. He describes the camp as well which basically amounts to just that: a large, mostly haphazard set of tents and small buildings sprung up like a warring tribes mobile command base. The only part of it more organized being the middle portion where the chief was set up to command. 47 noted the stupidity behind it with little veiled cynicism over the poor structure.
"If there was anything else of note I didn't manage to come across it." Maybe he should have spent more time there. He had considered the idea of donning a disguise. It would have only worked from afar, however, due to the fact that he was human and could only do so much to appear to blend into a camp full of monsters. Plus, the wolves roaming about with smart noses made it extra difficult to get by. Well, at least he got what he did.
I've heard this warning once or twice, I'll def keep it in mind & watch carefully! ty.
Stealth assassin power activated! Well, in other words 47 didn't go for the kill because it was very crowded over there and he lacks any proper gear at the moment. He explains that in sort wording as well, describing a few of the more pertinent details of guards and routes that he noticed while on the prowl as well. He describes the camp as well which basically amounts to just that: a large, mostly haphazard set of tents and small buildings sprung up like a warring tribes mobile command base. The only part of it more organized being the middle portion where the chief was set up to command. 47 noted the stupidity behind it with little veiled cynicism over the poor structure.
"If there was anything else of note I didn't manage to come across it." Maybe he should have spent more time there. He had considered the idea of donning a disguise. It would have only worked from afar, however, due to the fact that he was human and could only do so much to appear to blend into a camp full of monsters. Plus, the wolves roaming about with smart noses made it extra difficult to get by. Well, at least he got what he did.