Davis nodded a few times, turning briefly to look at the sky above them. "Can you imagine? The Queen of Dragons herself, soaring on the very skies above us? Oh how long we have awaited to see her glory!" It was rather likely that this man had been indoctrinated to the cult from a young age, with how childlike the adoration in his eyes was, how he could not see anything that could possibly go wrong with the very embodiment of the worst of every chromatic dragon returning to the world. Yet his claim of being new here did not sound wrong. How one should piece that together was an interesting question. Could one become this devoted to a cause in just a few months?

In any case, the question Parum asked from his regarding accommodation brought him back to the surface and he began thinking about it. Or at least he tried hard to look like he was thinking. He clearly knew of something, but he was trying to keep it to himself for a moment, until his expression actually began to shift, as if he was considering between options. "Hold on just a second, I need a moment to consider...", he asked after a moment, continuing to twist his face in most imaginative exaggerations of an expression signifying thinking. In the end, he finally answered: "Ah, no, the superiors would never allow that. In the end, your best bet is to do what the other mercs do: Set up camp nearby or in one of the little dwellings there are on the edges of the camp here. See, like that there in the natural wall", he explained, craning his head towards what he would have pointed at had he had free hands.

As for Orchid, Brannor and Torus who had now more or less met up, the former two had the chance to note the sudden disappearance of the pipe smoking cut-throat. Wherever they had slipped off to they had missed, but for now, he was nowhere to be seen. The few people on some excuse of a guard duty around the horses and the occasional other animal were not really paying much attention at first, but as Orchid moved to talk with his druid friend, one of them set their hand of cards down and approached the lot more formally: "We haven't heard of any prisoners being sent to work here. Very little work to be done right now. Are you sure this is your stop?" It was a fair question, if what this man with a patchy beard and a rather impressive amount of grime on his trousers was saying was true.

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Torus's desire for short rest has been noted. Will assume seeking one continues unless actions on the contradictory are planned. This includes but is not limited to spellcasting.
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