Naia pursed her lips and eyed the orc suspiciously. She let out a disdainful huff and turned to leave the tent, keeping an eye on her would-be leader. She knew that orcs and drow were on mostly the same playing field as far as fighting skill and raw power, but she also knew not to say anything in front of Blim or risk her rank as a Dweller. As Naia walked out of the tent she casually put her fingers in the pocket where she had put the medallion to make sure it was still there. She was the first one to leave so as usual, she hid in the shadows by the exit to watch who would leave next. 

Blim's comment about an insect man echoed in her mind and Naia raised an eyebrow. She had heard about the sentient bug tribes that wandered the sands but she had never seen one in person. She made a mental note to keep a close eye on the recruit as well as watching the orc as the first person left the tent.