Gazing and grazing over the recent game garnered, the druid's brows, both relaxed and in control, soon eyed Krets, wading through the crowd with the mess tent to their specific table. A venue of food was a subtle accommodation for an even more keen inquisition. The verbal investigation centered strangely around the capture of Brannor.

With a tongue of a bard, Torag returned the answer in Draconic, in boastful demonstration of their apparent alliance.

[color=ed1c24]“We simply took advantage of an opportunity, after the man’s defeat by the claws of Lord Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. Why does he harvest even the title Champion?”[/color] 

The wizened pirate was well aware that either a kobold or a cultist must have returned to the encampment, spreading rumors of a bear and an orc attacking their miniscule faction outside of Greenest. The question returned back to the prosecutor’s venue, allowing Orchid to follow or discern any hint of such a disparity.

[@Lucius Cypher][@Hekazu]