Blackfeather Woods Where you hang your enemy's head [QUEST]

A third arrived. He did not recognize this one as the son of Meldresi at first, until he saw the spider carved into his shoulder. He nodded towards him, Cicero, smirking internally. Of course she would name him after the jester-assassin. 

He turned back to the matter at hand — familial status could wait for the moment. They are holed up there. If we are lucky their leader, or whomever, will be there. If not, perhaps their spawn, It would be essential to uproot them and then cull the remaining stragglers.

Shall we go? He turned towards the direction of the strong coyote stench, expecting the others to follow behind.