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"There's one patrolling the grounds here - none on the wall that I can see," Myra replied in an undertone. "He didn't look too heavily armed. Broadsword mostly from what I could see. I saw several more on the courtyard at large. I'm hesitant to simply kill him - I'm certain his absence will be noted - but the way I see it, we don't leave this place without a fight in one way or another."
The sellsword huffed and crossed her arms, giving a fleeting look beyond the breach in the wall.
"I'm not sure what we can do. If you're any good with that sling of yours, we might - might - be able to work something out with you on the wall and me down below. You've got the strength to make that thing hurt like hell, I've no doubt about that, but can you hit them from a good distance? Twenty, thirty paces? We may not want to risk close encounters quite yet," Myra's brow furrowed, considering the implications of splitting up; neither of them particularly trusted the other, and moving freely was an easy way to place blame when something inevitably went wrong. "Might be best if we take this together on the grounds, though - you stun them with the sling, I move in to hit them. May get noticed, probably will, but that'll help thin the herd. By the time they notice something's wrong, we'll have gotten a good number of them."
As she spoke, Myra keened her ears for any signs of the guard from earlier approaching them. She could faintly hear the man's footsteps, but they were still receding. They had some time. Casting another glance around the corner, she noted the torch the man bore growing smaller as its carrier trudged away.
"But, either way, we take this one out first, 'eh?"