Choice 2. Check on Lytan and Sara?

Eyes flickering back towards the treeline, he decided to return to his own tent which lay at the edge of the camp, when he let out a snort of annoyance as people began to crowd together. The blind milk-drinking sop heads, blocking his path as they nervously whispered about the returning patrol.

(Beat a path through them.)

With no real patience for their stupidity, Gregor simply drew his sword, and used the flat side of the blade to beat a path through them. Their dark scowls, and yelps of pain like sweet music as he caused more than a few to curse him, but he was making good progress. That is, until a huge beefy orc with layers of corded muscle stepped into his path, his flame-colored eyes livid with rage. "You like hitting women and children? Try hit me."

+1 Morale.

(Hit him.)

Well, he did ask for it. And so with a quick flourish, Gregor kicked him hard in the groin, let him slump to his knees, and clouted him over the head with the sword. The fight over in bare seconds as people rushed away from him, until he could at last see his tent below. And as luck would have it, no one sent the guards after him.

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+1 Morale.

Move onto the next Scenario.

(Create a distraction.)

But then he supposed that could stir up more trouble for himself, so he pointed to the north, and let out a loud gasp of surprise, when the big orc spun around, and Gregor slipped past him. His roars of anger at being so easily duped, left far behind, until at last Gregor could see his tent below.

+1 Morale.

Move onto the next Scenario.

(Find a way through.)

Grumbling about having to do things the hard way, he moved as quickly as he could through the crowd, until at last, he could see his tent below.

+1 Morale.

Move onto the next Scenario.