The March of the Zhentarim

The host of soldiers from the Zhentarim that was delayed has marched south from Voonlar along the Northride. Priests of Bane, Magi, and warriors all march in clean ranks. The Skymage fly overhead, watching for trouble or ambushes. Mercenaries are amongst them as well. In the center sits a man with an honor guard, who wears black robes and carries a powerful looking warmace. At the head is a woman with black, feathery wings and blacker armor.

They do not stop to attack or harass anyone on the road. They're intent on making it to their destination: Castle Krag.

((If anyone wants to poke, or harry the Zhentarim forces...let me know, and you can post here. Note that it is an extremely dangerous task to attack a force this large.))

Watching briefly from a distance, a pair of eyes are focused at the marching group from within a stand of trees. Their gaze settles on the one with the warmace. A knowing frown grows on their half-hidden face before they turn, heading south and away from the soldiers.