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<Auwgh. > Manakuru complained. <This just... isn't as good normal Disease mana. If you turned me loose...>

<Not near the camp.> I sent.

<Why not near the camp? At least one of those should be sick by now.>

<Look at those piles of white? Salt.>

<Salt? OooOoo... it's an entire ward. Only strength three, but still, for the size of it...>

<Yup. > I sent. <No getting into that camp without spotted. And if they spot you...>

<Yeah. Level three, at least. Without my mana reserves topped up, they'd burn me to nothing in record time.>

<Wait, they?> I scanned the ward, wondering why I hadn't seen it earlier. <I count at least three of them. With that kind investment, they aren't planning on moving any time soon.>