[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] In a tree near the camp over his tent
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Being vigilant[/center]

Ntaj just sat quietly as everyone went about their business. Thomas came back and seemed apologetic, saying something about horses and such. Mages confuses him. Still, it doesn't seem like he is planning on murdering everyone in their sleep, though Ntaj couldn't say the other orcs weren't planning the same. While the others may have formed some tenuous alliance with them, Ntaj still felt paranoid about their betrayal. He was also worried that, though the chances are highly unlikely, one of those orcs might recognize him. Perhaps it was self-centered to believe that any orc would know who he was so far from his home, but one could never be sure. A fallen prince would fetch a high price for anyone, orc or not. As everyone started to wind down Ntaj went to clean his plate and utensils. Clean water wasn't something that was openly avalible, so Ntajade made due with a clean rag from his back. He scrubbed it as best as he could, pouring only a little bit of his own water onto the plate to break up the grease and such.

After cleaning his plate and putting it away Ntaj figured that he should make his bed. The ground was still wet, and will likely remain that way for some time. Fortunately they were in a forest, so high branches were easy to find. Returning to his bags Ntaj set up his hanging tent, set up his bedding, and went to fetch Honey. Having feasted on Keystone's food the little badger seemed sleepy, so Ntaj tucked him into the tent. There was still much for Ntaj to do however, so he went about cleaning up the camp and getting those furs he spread about. They were damp and dirty, sure, but nothing he couldn't scrub out the next time they stop by a river or a stream. He hung a rope between some trees next to his tent and beat the dirt out of them the best he could before tossing them back into his tent.

Now there was only one more thing he needed to do: keep watch. Again, Ntaj didn't trust the orcs, and even if they weren't going to kill them in their sleep they could still try to steal from them. Right now Ntaj didn't actually see any of the orcs since he came back from the forests, but better safe then sorry. Leaving most of his things in the tent Ntaj went into the forest with his choppa, also attending to some biological functions while he was at it. Once he was done Ntaj carefully sneaked back towards the camp, climbing into a tree and carefully moving towards the tree where his tent was hanging from. The canopy was thick from the outside, but within the leaves he could see mostly well. He would stay here for now, watching the camp for intruders until he grew too tired or if stormy weather approaches. And while he really shouldn't do this if he wanted to maintain his cover, Ntaj took out a roll of pipeweed and a tinder twig, lighting it up and smoking while he kept on watch. The ashes fell harmlessly down onto the ground, and even the few that touched his tent quickly quenched itself against the resistant canopy.