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[color=#66CDAA][b][h1]Kayliss Lambert[/h1][/b][/color]
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Finally. She was in her element. Infiltrating an enemy camp was familiar territory for Kayliss, and she made the approach with ease, sneaking up under cover of darkness. Judging by the sounds coming from the middle of the camp, the warriors within were drinking. Not uncommon for sellswords. It certainly made her own work easier, considering the noise was enough to be distracting to what few sentries were on duty.

The Crownsblade ghosted past one such pair, electing to leave them alive for now. She didn't know what their shift schedules were like, and eliminating two men that wouldn't be relevant to her mission further in was too much of a risk, especially if someone decided to check in on the guard. It was too bad that sourcing a disguise here like with the cultists wouldn't be practical. Some wore face coverings, but the majority were male, and their outfits weren't enough to conceal her gender among them. Not to mention the time and risk it would take to don a disguise in the midst of enemy territory. So she'd have to rely on physical stealth rather than social. 

Kayliss skulked around the tents with a light step, one dagger drawn in her off-hand as she weaved her way towards the enclosure. She wasn't too far from the horses-

A drunken Morahti stumbled into her peripheral vision, and she quickly ducked back behind the side of a tent. A quick glance to the left. To the right. No other guards in sight. While the sentries could be ignored, a roaming guard would be too inconvenient to leave alone. Kayliss surged forward, taking the man from the side. Her dominant hand reached for the back of his neck and slammed him down to the ground, the dagger in her left hand plunging down shortly after into the side of his neck. Problem solved. She'd have to move quicker now, though. There was no telling when someone would notice a missing friend. The assassin tucked the fresh corpse in between a tent and some supply crates, just out of sight. No time for any further concealment. 

Several silent dashes from tent to tent later, Kayliss found herself crouched down at the gate of the horse enclosure, picking the padlock on it. Click. Click. Click. Her pick found the right position on the last pin, and the tumbler popped open. She stood up and swung the gate wide open. Hopefully, Roger and Shortclaw would notice soon. And even if they didn't...

Kayliss picked up a rock on the ground and lobbed it at the head of a horse squarely in the middle of the herd, ghosting away in the direction of the tents shortly after. Her primary objective was complete. The rest was up to the remainder of the banner. As for her, there was still a secondary mission: locating the prisoners, if at all possible. Her dagger back in her hand, Kayliss began checking through tents, trying to pinpoint which held the captives.