Boztun Badlands, Klos 18th, 350AC, 10:52  (fog, 45 degrees, crescent moon)

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Phallon moves forward into the fog, and uses sun ray hands (12): 50 0 = blue.  The golden light flares through the fog causing everyone to wince a bit.  Phallon can see a lot of misty vapor ahead of him rise up into the air (very local lifting of fog).  The ground in front of him is now muddy with rivulets of trickling water.  No enemies are in sight.

Ragnor also moves forward into the fog.  After moving ahead about 8 meters, he uses life leech (11): 00 7 = white.  No enemies in sight.

Arvak and Zeebo prepare for attack.  After a couple of quick yips, the enemies calls cease.  You can hear soft movements in the snow but cannot distinguish friend from foe.  The noises are all around you but seem distant:  again probably rock throwing range and many are getting softer.

You all hear a thump/splat in the snow off towards the top left of the map, then a bow-string twangs.  Next you hear someone yell, “AAaaarDAMMIT!” at the same time that something yelps in a high pitched animalistic cry of pain.

No other missiles are fired at you.  The howls have stopped.  You hear Bren shout (from the top left of the map), “We’re commin back to ya, don’t shoot us!”

What next?