On their journey here, they'd already noticed a few adventurer parties with decent strength. Those parties still couldn't compete with theirs, even at their peak strength, but those parties had greater numbers. Furthermore, they were the ruthless-types who were used to blood. If there was a conflict, things could get troublesome.
After Aelira finished her instructions, she entered a tent with Lara. Tyrion and Michael made some light conversation, before Tyrion returned to his tent, as well. Tyrion continued studying the Neuro-dimensional Matrix Seed. With just a little more time, he should be able to grasp the seed's method of use.
As the bonfire flared, the small camp gradually quieted down. On a small hill a distance away, the shadow of a group appeared like a specter in the night.
Aetheron stood at the front of that group, dressed in white, and coldly smiling at the scene before him. His tone was cold has he asked, "Sir Quin, is everything ready?"