In addition to each other, Parum and Brannor could both spot an alarming development. Two of the more heavily armed sort they had seen in this camp were mumbling to one another, slightly hunched and shooting suspecting glances at Brannor. To top it off, they nodded to one another and headed into the cave after just a second, leaving a message to one of the lower class guardsmen on their path. This man sprinted to catch up with the prisoners and specifically requested them to wait a bit longer. There was something they would need to check. Real quick, nothing too major. The prisoners would be back to work soon. And so they stopped, retreating a bit back towards the mouth of the cave from the big tent's immediate vicinity.

Parum had other things on her mind as well though, since she spotted the guard captain they had chatted with earlier on her way to the big tent and briefly stopped her to ask a question: Who was that half-elf tied up to that one pole? "That guy? I don't really know. The wearers of purple put him there as soon as he was discovered amongst our ranks. Some sorta spy is all I know", she explained before excusing herself and continuing on her way. Well, that just about confirmed it. The monk had tried to infiltrate and obviously not done a very good job at it.

As for Torus, he had been left alone by the man who had asked him the question of his business just as promptly as the question had been asked. The old Druid was now left on his lonesome in the opening flap of the mess tent, where a few cultists stared at him impatiently. "Well? You gonna relieve one of us, get your food or skedaddle the hell outta here? Since you look as lost as you do, I'm guessing its the middle one. You are in luck, we just got another deer off the fire. Still warm and all. Seven copper", the more vocal one of the two stated, prompting a brief eyebrow raise from the other guy, but they soon returned to their work at the fire pit. There was a fair bit of food around here, but it wasn't that likely to be everything. They would store some somewhere else too, right? But for all it was worth, Torus could piece together they could feed a hundred or so people easily.

Rebrer's judgement led him to Orchid. The green half-breed was probably dumb enough to let something slip, unlike the smart Bard that had been leading the group, the old man speaking in cryptics or the tight lipped pink-haired... nameless one. Hell, she might not even have a voice for all that mattered. Not to mention their "prisoner" being a foolish choice... it would risk both of their cover to go talking. So Orchid it was, and by the looks of it they were already drunk too. Possibly a good thing. As long as they would not babble to the old mercenary they were with right now.

Speaking of the babblings of the half-orc, the veteran laughed sonorously and slapped himself on the knee. "Oh, man of simple things, combat and prowess are things much more than the sum of one's equipment. If you really are using Tiamat as your inspiration, you should know that while dragon hoards, they don't really use it. The pile in the cave is just to honour the might of the Mother of Dragons, or so they say. What really matters is the might that comes from within. Trust me, even with this eyepatch... I've done more good with skill than with steel", the old fighter mused as he noted Rebrer skulking about. "Ah, more merry folk! Yesterday's haul was a good one! Best one so far, wasn't it? Join us in our celebration!"

Yet where trouble had started brewing, it would also see itself through. Cyanwrath himself stepped out of the cave and as soon as he laid his eyes on Brannor, his eyes lit up in recognition and he nodded. A few orders were barked, to seek out the identities of the group that had brought him in and to bring both him and those people to the big tent. This needed a more thorough investigation, the blue scaled commander ordered.

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