Back at the caravan Onwen has propped himself up by the wagon that holds the sorceress; he leans with his back against the side of the wagon with his spell book propped open and his staff next to him leaning against the wagon as well. He places himself just within earshot of the sorceress, close enough that he can whisper or speak softly without anyone but Miss Miruvial hearing.
"Must prepare for the next volley" he says simply and then lowers his voice to a near whisper aimed at Miruvial "Oh I like this spell; you've probably never heard of it though… Stethik's Flensing. I found it in the spell book of a necromancer the Silver Blaze took down. I haven't been able to try it out yet."
He continues in an almost jovial tone, though if anyone comes near that may overhear him he makes it appear as though he is talking to himself out loud about components "Fireballs are pretty potent I'll admit, very flashy anyway, but this spell… no this is more like a work of art. I know that when cast upon a corpse it makes the flesh fall away like tearing away sheets of paper; or maybe its more like when leaves whither and fall off of a tree. I've always been curious what it would do to a living person"
Onwen looks at the sorceress and gives her an evil grin "You ever put my friends in peril again and you can be the one to help me find out."
Out of Character: : Will Onwen get the benefit of a short rest so that he can use arcane recovery to recover some of his spell slots, or is there not enough time?
Edited: Aericsteele on 17th Jan, 2017 - 6:50pm
With the three scouts out of the picture, Cahleth advises that he, Targul and Pol storm the Southern camp. With any luck, a familiar will spot us and the others can join in. I'm afraid we lack the time necessary to inform everyone without giving our advantage.
He recommends that they use the woods to their advantage. Catch a few of the bandits on the perimeter by surprise, then let chaos ensue. Before they leave the scouts behind, he pockets the amulet and quickly ties the man up to a nearby try, gagged as well. He enlists the help of his stronger mates to ensure the knots won't be loosening any time soon.
With that, he leads the other two through the nearby wood, creeping up on the camp…
Lia nods to Sar'ai. " I like that idea Sar'ai. " She glances at Cratol. " They might need us in the assault on the other camp Cratol. The situation here is handled. You and I can head over to assist the others in the assault. Sar'ai can finish examining things and take the others to the caravan. If we hurry we can help them unless you have a different idea. " Lia waits for Cratol to lead out. She glances at Sar'ai. " Be careful Sar'ai. "
After his little interaction with the sorceress if he notes that the rest of the group is moving on the south camp he will go ahead and join up with whichever group is closest to him though he explains that he doesn't have a lot left he does have a little bit up his sleeve still.
Cratol nods and heads towards the south camp. He will move briskly but not enough to tire them out before the fight. He will approach the south camp cautiously unless he hears fighting. If he hears fighting he will seek out the closest bandit and attack them.