Tryndamere didn't act rashly.
If this passage really was a route for reinforcing the troops defending the bridge, then his two small squads of Warmother's attendants would never be enough to take it.
His task was to confirm the passage's location, then bring others back to cut it off—not charge in recklessly.
As Ashe's Blood Pact, he was no longer a lone man who could throw himself into danger whenever he pleased.
He gestured for the Warmother's attendants to hide, then lowered himself and listened closely.
Heavy, orderly footsteps came from inside the partition above. Besides that, he also heard the exchange of passwords.
As it happened, Tryndamere had been lucky. The first partition he had landed on wasn't on the front line supporting the bridge, so its defenses were thin enough for him to silently take out the guards. The patrols also came around infrequently, which was why nobody had discovered him right away—and why he hadn't been stopped for not knowing the password.
Now, lying quietly on the partition below, Tryndamere learned the patrol's password and made his decision at once. He ordered the Warmother's attendants to go back with him, change into the guards' clothes, and pretend to be the sentries he had killed, so they could blend in with the next patrol.
His plan worked perfectly.
Calling out a garbled password in an impatient voice, Tryndamere successfully fooled the patrol. Better yet, he learned their password in the process. Before the next real patrol arrived, he and two squads of Warmother's attendants boldly disguised themselves as a patrol and made a full circuit of the walkway.
The Frostguard Tribe clearly hadn't imagined anyone would be bold enough to swing down from the bridge on ropes, then patrol upward from the partition below. On top of that,