They made camp on the second night in a natural hollow formed by ancient lava flows. Defensible, hidden, far enough from known patrol routes to risk a small fire.
Liam sat apart from the others, studying maps of Vor'esh that Gorath had provided. The intelligence was recent—updated within the last two weeks—which meant it was probably already outdated.
Vor'esh changed hands too frequently for static maps to be useful.
Current garrison: Unknown. Could be forty demons. Could be zero.
Current enemy strength: Unknown. Could be a full company. Could be a scouting force.
Current tactical situation: Fucked.
"Excellent strategic position," Zara said dryly, appearing from shadow to look over his shoulder. "I especially appreciate the complete lack of actionable intelligence."
