The Shadow Disciple raised a hand to cut the talk.
"We will not be brutish fools. We will plan. Varrun — you will study their strengths. If any show promise, you take the source. Take their mana by night, make them stumble. Serath, you will pick the prey from a distance. No one walks away without feeling a pinprick. Grathun will hold the center of battle and absorb their first burst. Kaelthor — you break their leaders. Rylik — you run the lines, sow panic, crush morale."
Rylik's eyes shone. "Chaos is my craft."
"Good." The Shadow Disciple looked at each of them. "And remember, we look like men. We will travel to the outskirts of Silverroot as humans. We will talk to a hunter's guild there, bribe a patrol, leave false tracks leading them where we want. Darien will help with the false rumor about beast packs in the southern vale. The first-years will move prepared for beasts, not for blades with purpose."
