Nothing gave the Sanguine Snakes more joy than seeing the polar bear finally lose all hope, their laughter became menacing as they revelled in the creature's demise. So much so that they didn't even notice the movements behind them.
The frost troll and his entourage of wolves and dwarves had finally arrived. Shame that they were too late to save the polar bear, but it successfully distracted the enemies. Now they had the advantage, and without the polar bear they sorely needed it.
There was one tactic that Frost successfully taught the troll, ambushing. Even with a weaker force, one could triumph over a strong enemy if they had the advantage of surprise. Frost's goblins taking down those bandits was the best evidence.
The frost troll led his group quietly towards the room and had them hold position until the best moment. Right up until the assassin was about to bring down his daggers to sever the bear's carotid artery, not willing to damage the precious materials any further.
