Marshall Mathers waits until the sun begins to set again before venturing out. Keeping an eye out for the Sphinx to bed before proceeding, he begins to venture North. "These guys were plentiful, and ready to fight. Mavruk can attest to that. Their camp is in a clearing of reeds, and as such we could get a pincer type maneuver, resulting in easy flanks near right off the bat. Weakest members stick near me. Whoever is the worst off, if it comes to that point, will be able to make a getaway with myself. They have a bird beast that won't hesitate to fuck our couches, and if we can get a way to bring him to the ground we will have a far easier time. We should use our walk there to plan our attack."