Sildarin and Paendaerig
Sildarin and Paendaerig slog through the snow along the coastline, leaving the rest of the group behind. In just a few minutes, the smell of fires is a lot stronger, and it's obvious the flames aren't coming from wood, but from dried offal and dung.
Cresting a small hill, there's an encampment laid out near the shoreline, and a dozen longboats are evident. Two bow-wielding orcs are in each boat, by the markings of the boats and the hand-shaped symbols on each orc, they're the same group that invaded Drell.
On the shore are about fifty residents of Drell. Some can be recognized as former teachers and classmates, a few are townsfolk. All of them look haggard and cold, huddled around four small fires set in some ways from the shoreline.
No other orc guards are obvious, but looking carefully at the easily seen tracks in the snow, it's apparent some of the captured citizens have made a few trips a short distance away from the shoreline, but immediately returned. It's as if they've been dropped off and left with no one to watch over them on the land - but for some reason they haven't left on their own, or tried to escape.
Assuming those two were the only ones going forward.