The Karven Mountains appeared on the horizon shortly before noon.
Strax and Lithara flew over an extensive range of forest-covered peaks, searching for the caves marked on the map. Below them, an old trade road ran through a narrow gorge. There were signs of abandoned wagons, fallen trees, and bones scattered among the rocks.
Lithara slowed down and pointed toward a slope.
"There. The first pack occupies those caves."
Strax examined the dark entrance between two rock formations. He could distinguish dozens of magical presences scattered throughout the mountain's interior, along with several creatures patrolling the nearby forest.
"How many?"
"I counted sixty-four when I was here. They may have joined up with other groups."
Strax raised his right hand.
The chains of the Gauntlet of Darkness slid along his forearm.
"Let's find out."
He descended first.
