The Druid had sought Leosin out on his own initiative, but this meant the speech of the governor could not come to pass until they would be fetched. Before the monk had had any time to answer, a few guards had found their way into the infirmary and politely requested the Druid to come with them. Leosin had promised to answer the question at a better time, and so the old man departed peacefully, to be brought before the people and praised as the hero he was. The Governor was quite adamant about this. None of the participants would be left out. And Leosin did appreciate the moment to gather his thoughts, even if said matter was not communicated between the two.

And in time, the heroes would move in to greet the man as he had requested. He was already looking much better than the night before, proper care doing wonders, but there was no mistaking the wary movement and the slight tremble in his arms: He was still weakened, but much like the day before his mind held strong. The weakness of flesh would pass. It was the strength of will that mattered. "I believe the proper order of addressing the matters at hand is to start with a thank you, though I am sure you have already been showered with gratitude. There was so much more to learn, but I will have to admit I was perhaps too stubborn for my own good. I did not have much time left one way or the other, so the rescue came at a good time. For that, you have my thanks."

He then turned towards Torus, intent on giving his answer to the earlier question: "As for your inquiry of solidarity, this is something I already have shared with the Governor, but you will no doubt be interested in hearing just as well. What I know of the Cult." He had played his hand, and at this point it would be quite apparent for Orchid that there was no food coming from this man, not unless one were to count information as sustenance of the mind. That would have to come later, if the half-orc could stretch his patience long enough to listen, rather than leave out of boredom or discomfort.

Leosin closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, opening them again once he finished his exhale, setting his hands into his lap with his fingers laced around one another. "They are breeding dragons in the cave", he stated as the first thing and looked up to the others to see what they thought of the matter before going on. "It was all started by one of the two half-dragons on scene, Rezmir I believe by her name, set the camp up. The rest came in with what they had looted in the past, and Greenest was only conveniently close for them. But in the cave at the back of the camp, where only those approved by Rezmir or Morndath, the one that deals with everyday business, could enter. As it happens, that is also where the treasures were stashed."

With these things said, the monk let his eyes wander about the group of individuals that had formed into a formidable force over the last few days, if rumours were to be believed. And with him having seen them in action, there was no denying that. But what would they say of this? Did they already know it all? Was some, or perhaps even all of it news? Would there be questions? But whatever it was that would happen, it was only polite to let them have a word in just as well. And it let him take a breather.

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