We are not subtle.
Sure, Rowan and myself can sneak around, and the others to some extent, but we don’t tend to use it to our advantage. “Just going to scout” we said. Oh, no one here. Better look further. Deeper. Oh hey, here’s some scary, dangerous people. Better not just leave silently.
I didn’t even think about that option, which probably makes it worse. We’ve become too quick to turn to violence, I feel. I don’t know. Maybe the doors back the other way would have been shut and we couldn’t turn around, but we didn’t even try.
At least it turned out okay this time, I guess. We didn’t lose anyone, and took out the creepy guy in the strange hat, and Mara is also dead (again). Hopefully that’ll slow the undead in the Crestwood, too.
However, I’m not so sure it will, after having gone further north. I don’t know what that thing was, but I do know I don’t want to tangle with it again. Until it’s gone, though, the forest will never be safe.