Lance sat in his tent, the faint glow of a lantern casting long shadows across the maps and notes spread before him. The air was thick with tension as he reviewed the details of the demon activity marked by the elves. His eyes narrowed as he traced the locations of several markings he wasn't quite sure of.
Rynne, leaning against the doorway with her spear resting on her shoulder, broke the silence. "So what's the plan? We can't just wait for them to hit us again."
"We won't," Lance replied. "If we sit back, we'll be fighting on their terms. We need to disrupt their operations and take the lead."
"But how do we find them?" Zarra asked.
"We don't have to," Lance said. "They'll come to us. They already see us as a threat, so we'll make ourselves the bait."
"Isn't that waiting for them still?" She asked confused.