"There's food inside, hold on." He says, walking up to the gate and knocking three times. 

"What's your name?" says a voice from the other side.

"Rosewood." answers Cliver.

"What do you support?" the voice asks.

"The making of trees into boats." answers Cliver.

There the sound of a lock unlatching, and the heavy wooden gate swings out to the let them in. In front is a large, burly man with a tragically scraggly beard. He takes a few hasty step back when he sees the entirety of those accompanying Cliver. "Why you got wolves?" he says, looking over the group before eyes on Sky and dropping to the ground in supplication. 

Beyond him lies the whole of the camp. On the left side sits a few long buildings that appear to be a communal bunkhouses. Off to the right is an area filled with the tools of the lumber trade, for rendering the long trucks down to more manageable sizes. Off to the side of that was another gate, leading out onto the dock. In the center stood a single large building of better make than the bunkhouses, and behind that in the back was what looked like the hastily repaired livestock pins.

Cliver walks up and pats the gatekeeper on the shoulder. "Not an angel. This is the guild, the one the boss hired. They saved my life, so paying your respects is fine. But this is to much."

The man stands back up bashfully. "Breakfast still on?" Cliver asks him, an the man nods. "Alright," he said, leading the party to the long building and pushing open the doors.

The activity in the room stops the moment they walk in. Men at long tables, half through with the most important meal of the days look over the group. Some look at the Sarrai'a with fear. Some look at Sky with reverence. Some look at Lilith and Clover with utter confusion. Some look to Cliver, expectantly.

He claps his hands, the sound echoing across the silent room seeming to break the spell holding the men, and yells, "Make way for the conquering beast slayers!"

There's a moment where every man sucks in their breath, and the then a cheer goes up across the hall. Cliver turns back to the group and goes, "That means you're invited to breakfast."