As the echoes of battle fade and the adventurers retreat into the dense forest, General Varkas surveys the aftermath. Five adventurers lie motionless on the ground, their lifeless forms a testament to the ferocity of the skirmish. Nearby, three human soldiers nurse wounds, their faces contorted in pain.
Varkas raises his hand, signaling the army to halt. His deep voice resonates through the ranks.
"Hold position! Tend to your wounds and assist the injured."
The soldiers and monstrous allies move swiftly, some retrieving medical supplies, others helping the wounded to a more secure area. The camaraderie between the diverse forces is evident as they support one another.
Varkas's piercing gaze then falls upon Sorin, who stands nearby, wiping blood from her daggers.
"Sorin," Varkas commands, his tone firm yet measured, "take a team of scouts and advance ahead. Ensure we aren't led into another ambush."
