[color=7ea7d8]"Aye aye boss.... C'mon guys, let's go grab some grub."[/color] Parum and the others would soon leave the tent. She continued to maintain the facade of a confident leader, but she was practically pissing in her panties right now. They were inches, [i]inches[/i], away from what was likely going to be an immediate execution. Cyanwrath was there, Morndath interrogated them, and chances are they were going to grab Brannor and torture him too. This plan was falling apart fast and Parum knew that they couldn't stick around long. Not only that but she was almost certain that now all eyes were on them. Even if she could've convinced them now that Parum and the others were just mercs looking for a job, all it'll take is one slip from her or anyone else on the team before they're filled with arrows and tossed to the dragons. Parum needed to figure out a way to free Brannor fast, and then grab Leosin.

Parum arrived to the mess hall with the others, loudly declaring her desire for some drinks. [color=7ea7d8]"Argh, after all that hard work and we still ain't getting nothing for it! Cripes, no wonder why I was never cut out for the army. I need two mugs of whatever strongest!"[/color] Parum ordered loudly as she was thinking of a plan. First thing first: find a way to get Brannor out. If he was with them, Parum could use him to help them escape. Perhaps, assuming Brannor wasn't going to be kept prisoner or chained up to a wall, she could have Brannor follow her around as Parum's personal servant. Next was to get Leosin. She knew where he was at. All she needed was to get him out. Perhaps find some way to replace his body too, like using one of the cultists or perhaps they could make a scarecrow. But Parum couldn't do it in broad daylight like this. She needed to wait until night but.... But there might be more cultists by then. And more watchful eyes on their group.

That left one other option. Parum could try to work her charm here among the cult. Perhaps these men and women could use a witty halfling bard who could spin tales and compliment their fragile egos. She also knew a little bit of the cult's dogma of Tiamat that perhaps she could influence a cultist into following her, if only for a little while. She looked around the mess hall for the most impressionable cultist or bandit to see if maybe she could charm them into doing her a favor.