As they walked through the camp Parummlet her eyes analyze the camp and its inhabitants. With just a looks she was investigating the camp and trying to size up who lead things around the camp. Find the task masters, pretend to be part of the army, go where they’re “needed” and infiltrate that way. Parum noted some ragged looking folks being ordered around by better kept and fed thugs, as well as a few cultish looking types away from the more rough and tumble mercs. And of course kobolds out of the wazzoo. Parum looked at all of these people and tried to get an idea going.

[color=7ea7d8]”We’re gunna put you ya work, ‘prisoner’. Do a good job and you might not die. No promises.”[/color] Parum said with an arrogant swagger as she lead Brannor to where it looked like some prisoners were being forced to labor. She lead the group in that direction hoping to find some leads. 

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