[Amanaduial the archer]

Fionel regarded Desolyn for a moment. The sun was rising ever higher in the sky and it seemed that every second would bring the attack of the easterlings closer to them. Then she nodded to Desolyn.

"Go on then, Des. Im behind you. Who else is with us?"

The group all seemed to agree, although Fionel was not sure whether she saw more than a little rebelliousness in their eyes. That could be a problem, but later...

"It may not be as hard as may be thought to set these traps- bear in mind they will be set for horses, not for men, who would be right up close and may inspect the ground a little more closely on foot. Pitfalls maybe- they do not have to be very deep, just enough to spook a horse, and narrow enough so that when the horse tries to wrench its foot back out, it may get it stuck and panic even more, possibly even unseating his rider and injuring the Hunter or horse, or maybe even both." Fionel smiled. She could see this coming together. "But is there much point in having us all going to set these traps together, with a few people wandering aimlessly? Maybe we could actually have the chance to get some people straight off, possibly even away, if they were quick about it. If anyone is seriously injured, they may be able to go by a different route, while stronger and more daring people here may be able to set the traps- I for one will do that- then get away in...." She paused, inspecting the map once more, and her flare faltered suddenly. "Hang on a minute- where else will we be able to go?"