The answers seemed to settle Gallus somewhat. He curled his lips and nodded. "Very well, as long as they don't go looking for the bodies, or try to retrace the warrior's trail - oh it'll probably be cold by now."

Gallus straightened up and addressed everyone a little more clearly, repeating what was discussed. "So, that will be the plan? We are to pose as slaves, most of us from a desert tribe. We were rescued by Ra'jorr's forces on the banks of the Larsius, stayed there for a day, then packed up and set out for Orcrest." Gallus looked to the ground, "Okay, this sounds reasonable enough. We may work out details after this, then propagate it amongst everyone." Gallus' eyes went up from the ground, glancing to each person present, but his head was still bowed, "Are there any more details? What happens if they try to steer us elsewhere despite our insistence?"

What Ma'tanza described was something that Tzirret had never heard of before. "A tube that bursts? And it does nothing else?" Tzirret looked sceptical for a while, but he could not admit to knowing better. "How strange," Tzirret remarked, flicking up his tail to one side almost unconsciously, "Maybe it is where their tail is? Tzirret has always wondered about that."