Soon all of the newcomers had dispersed from the immediate vicinity of the station the guard captain was taking care of. The pink haired woman and the half-orc had headed off to help escort the prisoner they had brought with them, the halfling girl that apparently was leading this bunch had loudly declared they'd be going for a piss now... wasn't she an interesting one, this... Parum, she thought was her name. Then there had been the old man who now talked with the messenger that... oh yes, she was awaited at the big tent. "Jamison, keep a look out for things while I go visit the big tent. In case the meeting is earlier I'd not like to have Morndath wait", she gave an order to another guard and headed off to see if the message had been truthful. She swore to Tiamat if this was another prank...

Parum's search was not interrupted by many, though when moving in the vicinity of the cave mouth and the big tent she was ordered to move away once. Knowing it would be unwise to return, she would stay away for the time being... but being there had revealed the location of the poles Brannor had spotted earlier to her. And unlike him, she could get closer too. And would you look at that, one of the prisoners bound here was indeed a dark haired half-elf. It might be too much to hope that to be Leosin, but unless Brannor would have found anything on the contrary, this just might be it. She lingered for a moment... should she risk talking to the man?

Orchid's search was... less fruitful than he would have hoped. Try as he might, the people here could only offer 'no can do' or 'talk to me again when you pass the initiation rites'. And to his dismay, there was no such thing as a forge here. Apparently the army did not arm themselves here, hinting at the fact this might actually be but a forward camp built to make it easier to attack and keep watch over the eggs. And yet there were people in the hundreds around. One man that wore an eyepatch even laughed at his notion about unbreakable armour. "Look at you, looking for things like that! No such thing as unbreakable armour in existence, lad! Come, have a drink and tell me what has you so upset!" the apparent veteran would suggest, sensing the relative inexperience of the green barbarian.

As for Torus, now under the pseudonym of Torag, he was being led towards the mess tent by Rebrer when he was asked the fateful question by the fellow undercover agent. Could this man be trusted, the old druid wondered to himself. It was not a matter they could respond to that lightly. The tone used was almost accusing. Yet this man had only spoken the words in a hushed tone and out of earshot of others, even tried to cover up for them at the guard captain though his attempts had not been entirely successful. Maybe, just maybe, they would be worth his trust. He was leaning on the side of that being positive, however.

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Parum has found the prisoner poles and a dark haired Half-Elf that has pretty good odds of being Leosin. For anything else, one should refer to the map on the Characters tab. Circles are tents, the poles are South of the big one in the corner left bare of the tents and the squares are guard towers. The Eastern one has a rope ladder leading up to it.

Orchid has failed to find any gear in particular, but has managed to draw the attention of a grizzled veteran who offers them some wine.

Torus' passive Insight deems Rebrer trustworthy enough, if only on the account of them trying to keep quiet about the fact that he has identified the group as interlopers.
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