Davis nodded at the halfling, starting to carry the water towards something that seemed like a place where they'd keep animals. A haphazard shelter at best, probably only meant for keeping the occasional live caught animal fresh a little while longer. "Yes, Davis. A few months, getting used to this whole return of the Queen ordeal. It's amazing how we finally could see her return, isn't it? Who would you be, then? I don't think I've seen you around before?" the acolyte asked from the bard in return. It did seem that if there was some sort of word going around the camp about their little group, it had yet to reach everyone's ears.

As for Brannor and Orchid, the two would be pleased to note that nobody seemed to be making a fuss out of what was going on. At best a few of the cultists gave Brannor a wide berth while a couple of better armed men with Ambush Drakes at the other end of the chains they held seemed to be even a bit too indifferent, passing the two really closely, the other drake taking a prolonged sniff of the air near the now human shaped weretiger. Its handler drew it away, which was probably for the better. The almost feral creature gave the pair an annoyed snarl and continued on its way, along the steps of its handler. But the coast was not wholly clear: It didn't take Brannor long to recognise that the man with the pipe he had seen not too long ago telling the news of the travel ban set upon the 'group of new members'. And he was following the pair with his eyes, calmly breathing in and out the foul smelling fumes of his pipe as he did so.

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