Grey stood inside the building, the thick darkness elemental energy still wrapped tightly around him. The three Peak Sovereign Gnomes sat across from him, listening as he spoke about the recent movements outside the camp.
"We've seen small groups moving through the outer ridges over the past two days," he said, keeping his voice steady. "Most of them stay low and avoid the main paths. A few have been circling closer than usual. It doesn't look like a full force yet, but they're not moving like ordinary travelers either."
The Gnome seated farthest back rested one arm along the side of his chair, his posture loose. "How many in each group?"
"Three to five at most," Grey answered. "They scatter the moment they sense anything strong nearby. None of them have tried to approach the outer watch points directly."
The second Gnome, sitting more upright, tapped a finger against the edge of the table. "And you're certain they're humans?"
