The prisoner listened to Brannor and Parum talk on top of each other, each having their own opinion of her words. "Do you listen to yourselves talk, whoever you are? You cannot even agree with yourselves!" She fully expected a blade into her stomach at this point, given how they seemed to be mostly done with her, but if they waited she would still answer with what knowledge she had. First she would have to have a word with the female voice: "I don't think you quite understand. I do not speak with the dragons, for I am not worthy of their majesty. I follow the orders of those who are, and that's that."

Now turning her attention towards the direction of the rougher voice, she gave her answer regarding their camp. "As for the camp you ask of, it would be a small miracle if you didn't find it once we are done with this town. Moving armies the size of ours doesn't exactly happen inconspicuously. As for where we are going, probably just staying back there. Would not want the dragon eggs to hatch without a parent..." A grin appeared on her face as she spoke of the eggs. The interrogators could not stop the entire cult, that was for sure. They might as well know their doom would be coming.

Nighthill tilted his head to the side at the mention of dragon eggs, unsure whether to believe it himself. The prisoner was but a lowly pawn as far as could be understood from her speech, but as a devoted member of her cult she might know more than her status would suggest. The governor tapped his chin with his healthy hand's fingers, wondering what to think of this revelation.

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