Aisha sighed. "We managed to slay their chieftain, and we spotted a hooded man delivering weapons to the trogs. However before we could reach him or secure the weapons, he used some sort of spell to set everything on fire. We weren't able to catch him or take the weapons while the flames were up, so we had to retreat. In the end all there was left was smoldering ash and destroyed steel. The slag left behind couldn't help us identify who made them or what their designs were." Aisha took out a flask from her hip and drank directly from it. She handed it to you as well if you wanted a sip. It smelled like a very strong booze. "Shor is probably trying to convince the chief of Elysium's involvement with the weapons, but we don't have any evidence beyond our own eyes, and I'm sure the Greyscales think we're simply trying to push our own narrative. If you do have some proof, you should head over to the Greyscales and show them what you've found."

Yorik walked up over to you with a slight limp. You could see that his thigh was bandaged and bleeding, requiring a crutch to walk with. "Aye kid, how are ye feelin? All dis fightin ain't scarin ya is it?" Yorik said with a goofy smile, however Cera approached looking much more concerned. "Yorik, don't joke with her. As capable as she is, she's still a civilian..." Yorik just snorted at this statement. "Civvie? Now yer jokin Cera. A civvie wouldn't take on two trog tribes and make it out wifout a casualty. Dat bein said, I can tell she's not doin so hot in the head." 

Yorik looked at your somewhat more seriously. He was still smiling, but it was less goofy and more reassuring. "I'm sure yer wanna head over to dem old gits and tell em wot yer got, but da health of yer heart is as important as da health of yer head. C'mon, sit 'ere wif us and let's chat a lil while." 

Aisha just chuckled as she went over to a nearby campfire, pulling out some stools for everyone to sit at. "Since when have you learned how to treat ailments of the heart, Yorik?" The orcish warrior just scoffed. "Ain't nuthin to it. Sometimes ya just gotta gab and ya need someone ta listen. Maybe [i]ye[/i] oughta learn how ta chat wif yer mates sometimes! Barely know a thing bout ya Aisha, and yer been in da force fer wot, two years?" The dark elf shook her head as she took another swig from her flask. "I've been working as a guard for twenty years, I've simply be working in this team for two years."

Yorik and Aisha cattily chatted with each other while Cera offers you a seat. Her brother was already sitting nearby sharpening his blades in silent. "If you do want to talk, we're here to listen. What's on your mind Sylvia?"