The guard captain chuckled at Parum's annoyed commands at her sluggish pawns. "Underlings, am I right?" she asked once the escorting part of the group was out of earshot. "Just to make sure I got this right, the group of one Parum, containing people such as Orchid, like the flower, Torag, that one that changes forms for whatever reason and Shepard, the one who does not talk?" she asked for confirmation as she visibly tried to commit the names to memory. She had lost interest in Rebrer as soon as he had taken the dismissal to heart and scampered away. Once she would have her confirmation with or without any corrections, she would dismiss this group just like she had dismissed him.

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If the rest of the party were not to interfere, the cultist in prisoner guarding duty would haul Brannor over to a few well armed and respected members of the cult with their assistance. Not many words would be exchanged. New prisoner? Yup. Here to haul food? Yup. And off he would go, to join others in a line with a rope tied around his waist. If he were to go along with the plan, he would find out that the crates would unfortunately only be brought to the mouth of the cave instead of wholly inside... but on approach, there would be something interesting to see. Cyanwrath, his adversary from last night, would push out from the big tent nearby and head in. Luckily well before they would arrive at said location. Even in his current state, recognition might only make things worse.