"I believe it's our only choice," said Soren quietly, sneaking a quick glance over at what looked like a small band of brigands. "Circling around them will be difficult. The question is the location of their watchman. If they're halfway competent, they will have posted a sentry somewhere... ah."

There on a tall, rocky outcropping and half-obscured by scrub brush was a lone bowman. He was drinking something out of a flagon and looking bored -- probably why he hadn't spotted them.