ooc: Sorry for the delay. I'm back.

bic: Tanner, creeping forward in the darkness, is startled by the sounds of screaming. Turning to see the elven paladin lit up like a torch, Tanner realizes that any hopes of a surprise attack are gone. They only hope now is to try and charge them before they get their armor on. If the more heavily armored of the group engage the gnolls, it'll let Tanner's group continue to circle around. And as long as the gnolls don't know about this second group, they may have the opportunity to flank any attackers.

Signalling for the group to continue to move towards the gnoll camp, Tanner will try and hold off revealing the second group's position for as long as possible. But knowing that time is of the essence and that the battle sounds will cover much, Tanner no longer moves slowly and quietly. Crossbow raised and eyes searching, Tanner hopes that whatever is up ahead he sees it before it sees him.
A tall, gangly human youth looks at you, his questioning green eyes filled with the energy and enthusiasm of youth. Clad in a fine chain shirt with a buckler emblazoned with crossed lute and sword, he wears an Elven rapier at his side and a rustic lute over his shoulder.