The guards appear indignant as the adventurer's display hubris worthy of some epic poem, but Alexia's light touch and convincing words soon have the duo leading the party through the camp.
You are led to the large tent, and one of the guards holds the flaps open while the other leads you inside. The tent is large, but was likely never intended for this large of a group of people, especially with a giant of a man, but you all squeeze into the area.
A thin, wiry man with scraggly blonde hair and heavy stubble looks up at you from an open book, his fingers inkstained and his grey eyes are haunted and nervous.
"Who are you?" the man demands
"Sir, these people say they can help" the guard mutters, a smile coming to the thin man's face at the mention of help.
"I'd offer you a seat, but there's far too many for that. Ok, so I'm sure my associates already asked you what you were doing way up here, but maybe you can let me know" the man says, the party mentions looking for Derslin, he nods, then waves away the guard.
He leans in close and begins to whisper,
"How do you know that name?" he asks.
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Well good news, bad news time. The good news, my twins are feeling better, bad news, the 3 month old and my wife are both now sick.
At least work should slow down next week.

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