The bats worked the place for an hour.
Darion stayed in the tree the entire time, his perspective glass moving between the four guard positions and the barracks entrance in a rotation he kept steady.
The two guards who had been talking at the far corner were still at it, quieter now, the conversation having wound down to the occasional exchange of a few words, the kind of talking that was really just proof of consciousness rather than actual communication.
The two sleeping ones hadn't moved.
Inside, he tracked nine points of awareness through the binding, each one moving through the barracks at the speed bats moved. They were fast, direction changes without transition, covering ground in the dark that undead knights would have needed twenty minutes to work through carefully.
He aimed for all of them. Every sleeping man in that building.
