It's been a quiet three months, but they're here. I see Camper lining up just outside of town. Armed to the teeth. Watching. Waiting.
I have a spy within their ranks.
I used a slender-invocation to fuse the consciousness of one of the Camper with my second-in-command. He sees what the Camper sees. Hears what the Camper hears. Feels what the Camper feels. Knows all of their plans, strengths, weaknesses, everything a guy needs, really.
They are to strike at dawn.
We'll be ready.
'Til death you eldritch fuck.