"Ah, yes, you are new here..." the voice from behind Kyra noted, a clearly annoyed tone in it. "Let me rephrase that", the man suggested, accelerating his steps and making it in front of the priestess. He took a particularly deep breath of the smoke and as he spoke again, small puffs of colour came out of his lungs along with the words: "We can either talk here and now where you are free enough to appreciate it. Or I can see you bound to one of those poles and left there to think of an answer. It is your call." Krets was not up for games, that much was for certain.
At a whole another scene, a discussion was proceeding with many less idle threats as Parum did her best to weave this acolyte around her finger. And as far as she could tell, it was working too. "Uhhh... I mean... I can't really ask to have a bed for you in the acolyte's tent but... Ahm...", Davis went on stammering for a while as he honestly thought what he could offer for the promise of additional reward. In the end once they arrived at their destination, he looked a bit defeated as he apparently couldn't really think of anything more than what he had. "No, there's little I can think of. I can get you a blanket or two at best, but at least there's some natural holes on them walls, with even bushes in the way for some. Neat enough, even if no tent... I hope", was his promise.
Now these two were close enough to see the scene with Torus, Orchid, Brannor and the very confused guards. "Look see, we don't want prisoners at the horses unless... hey, are you even listening to me? Hey!" an annoyed guard shouted after Orchid, but resorted to simply facepalming as the half-orc moved away without a care in the world. The guard bit his lip and grumbled, trying his very best to say no swears. And he actually managed to only let out a very, thoroughly and massively annoyed scream into a closed mouth. More stuff he would have to deal with. Astounding. He moved towards Brannor, stopping a few paces away.
"Prisoner. You may stop. I'll see you to somebody who can actually use you for something, or back to that tent of yours", he requested compliance from the man of the wilds. Were he not one for listening, the guardsman would need to take a moment to gather his thoughts. Who would refuse the chance to not deal with literal shit? If the man complied however, the guard would indeed see him to the tent where prisoners were kept when not working. Where he would then be assigned to somewhere else, no doubt.
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