Ratharr strode along in a half crouch, leading those carrying the leaf eating she-elf. They ascended and descended the hills, occasionally slipping around the crown of some that drew up too steeply. Wrapped in the dozen arms bearing her Velatha was inundated with their unwashed bodily odours. Ratharr led the men in a chant, chewing a small bit of a hallucinogenic root as they made their way back to the fortification.
[OOC: Sorry, I don't know what the you have in mind for the vile spell caster nor what his lair looks like. You can establish the new scene.]