Kyra spent most of her time at the camp's makeshift range, practicing her archery or adjusting her bow. Or at least that's what she wanted the others to think. Not only was she trying to gauge the abilities of most of the camp's soldiers but she was watching out for the party. As more cultist arrived most didn't seem to know much about Kyra and her friends, but she did notice a few individuals who looked more important than your rank-and-file bandit or soldier. Either their robes were more intricate or they had some sort of dragon claw ornament on their person; similar to some members of the camp who ordered around lesser cultists. They could be dangerous but also useful. Their highly notable regalia could be used as a disguise; no one would question someone higher up on the command after all. Kyra would try to find Parum and pass this information along. 

[color=Pink]"More cultists arrived. A few wearing dragon claws. Looks valuable, don't it?"[/color]

As more people arrived Kyra felt goosebumps on he arms. They needed to hurry up and get out of here, and not just because Kyra was growing more and more tempted to sabotage the place. More cultists meant more eyes on them, which will make it harder for them to try and escape. And when night falls, Kyra was certain that one or two people will be specifically assigned to watch over them to make sure they aren't up to anything at night. With nothing else to say Kyra just stayed near Parum for now. She's basically scoped out most of the camp that she could walk around, and later she'll try and get some supplies that could help their escape. Namely some flint-and-steel and maybe an oil flash or two.