It’s tempting to burn those two scouts, but if we’re outnumbered I’d rather prepare our ground to stand and fight - we’re too few to surround them effectively. I’ll slip away quietly and return to camp.
Once everyone’s in armour, I want our dwarven friends to quickly cut some six-foot stakes, assuming there is standing timber available (the elves and Ghân will repair the damage later) and embed them in the ground, sharp ends facing the enemy. Then they will form a shield-wall among the stakes, single rank, so that upon being charged they can step back three paces and let the enemy impale themselves. The spellcasters will be at the centre of the second rank, close in. We want to take our stand where there are plenty of attachment points for that Web and plenty of undergrowth for Entangle. If, once battle is joined, Ghân can oblige with a Plant Growth to put a hedge at our backs so we can’t be surrounded easily, so much the better.
Put Gwaelur and Miron at the left end of the line, Thoroncir and myself at the right, and the hobbits in the centre along with the canines. Mulligan, your call whether you think you are more effective with your sling and any smoke you have left, or would prefer to hide close to the casters in order to… inconvenience… any foe that does manage to break through in the centre. Elfstan, I’m sure, is just itching to stand and fight. And Anca will presumably be looking to lock his teeth in the throats of as many Wargs as possible.
Archers, all, concentrate on the Wargs to begin with. The less mobility the enemy has, the better - and if all the Wargs are as unsure about their business as this one sounds, they may all flee if the going gets tough. If we see any obvious leader-types then we’ll shoot them.
If a prolonged melee looks like breaking out, I’d like the dwarves to hold the line with the spellcasters supporting them, while Miron and I run into positions behind the enemy lines and Gwaelur and Thoroncir start bashing their way inwards from the ends (if we’re not outflanked).
Distribute Goodberries to everyone and assure our fellow-travellers that no-one is getting thrown to the wolves today.
…And prepare to bellow Baruk Khazad! Khazad ai-menu! as bloodthirstily as possible. 