Utu-ja had just finished oiling his leathers in time for the assembly.  He had been busy with night fishing and day hunting for the past week, sleeping for a few hours at dusk and dawn.  He was tired but had managed to make some small difference in the expense of feeding so many people, at least enough to earn his pay.  That was the least he ever did.  This wasn't as forgiving a job as hunting beasts alone.  Here he was surrounded by humans, many of them didn't think he was any more than foreign trash.  For an argonian in Skyrim there was no room for appearing lazy.  It didn't ever seem to matter that he'd never known anywhere else.  Everyone in Skyrim saw an argonian and thought they were from Black Marsh.  Utu didn't even really know where that was.  He hadn't even seen the sky until he was sixteen.

He arrived at the fringes of the assembled crowd and circled until he would be out of sight of the general disapproval of the humans.  Only a couple of them saw him.  Their flabby lips turned up in the middle into sneers before they looked away.   He was well accustomed to avoiding notice in camp, or anywhere else really.  Still, there's always a few that look for things they don't like.  The trick to avoiding serious trouble here in camp was being noticed just enough by the right people and avoiding the wrong ones.  That was one of the reasons why he spent as much time as possible being useful and elsewhere at the same time, helping Edith and Daelin.  This scouting mission looked like a good chance to continue a successful trend.  Besides, Daelin already knew how good he was with both his eyes and his bow.

Utu stood as erect as his stooped posture would allow, waiting until two others had raised their hands.  He wanted to know who else he would have to deal with.  The orc was strong enough to hold an enemy at bay.  The elf had some magic, likely as not.  With him as well they might do a decent job of picking off vulnerable enemies as well as scouting.  Besides, he would make sure to bring any information back.  There might be a bonus in it for him if he did good enough.

Raising his voice and his hand above the crowd he called out to Ashav in a clear voice.  "I will go, sir."  Then he lowered his hand.

There was more risk this time but it was still the same as everything else in life.  Don't die.  Don't fail.  Don't lose anyone or anything you might need later.  They were simple enough rules.  It could be harder to follow them than it was to set them though.