Sure, let me sniff around the edges. The valley’s main weakness is the old bridge—weak timber, probably swallows any weight for more than a few seconds. Then there’s the ridge on the north side; if we hit it, the wind will turn it into a smoke screen, and the patrols will have nothing to do but stare at their own reflection. If you want a surprise, aim for the south flank where the guard dogs are only half‑trained, but remember: the dogs’ owners have a reputation for blowing up the camp in the night. Either patch those spots or be ready to improvise. Good luck.