Turok motions to Auzi to strike the sleeping beastmen when he attacks the guard.

Turok moves silently, edging closer to the beastmen, when Turok gets within striking distance he brings the warclub down on his target ...

[1d20]=20

[1d8+1]=7+1=8
 

Auzi nods and falls in behind the shaman.
Turok marvels at the glass through which he can pierce the blackness ahead of him. Quietly the pair creeps back to the trail from the pine line, only the soft crunch of snow underfoot announcing life in the wood.

The trail makes movement much easier to traverse and slowly they approach the camp. Nothing stirs.  Six uniformed beastmen doze in heaps near the fire which has reduced to embers. Auzi grabs at Turok's winter coat.
Across the clearing, atop a 3ft diameter fallen log, sits a seventh beastman, facing away.  It remains motionless as Turok watches.  Though he can see its breath rising in the darkness...