Kalanyr@
Camp, if one could it one, is more like magically protected area at midst of lava inferno. Within it are people, all seemingly very busy, no young children appears to be seen among them.
Most seem to bear arms. There are also many foreign-looking people here, many of them bearing normal and magical tattoos.
Compared to 'barbarians', they seem to prefer very light clothing, and they don't have exactly Suelish look either.
((If Thrisner is met them before, he recognizes them as members of storm riders.)) Amongh this human folk seems to mingle various monsterous creatures (trolls, giants, etc..), elementals and few impressively large golems.
There are some wards around here. They don't seem to activate.
"So, are you one our supposed allies, Elvor and his ilk spoke of?"
Asks older man, staring at Thrisner, who apperanly looks unusual to him.
Most here continue whatever work they are doing, while giving passing glance at stranger. Few don't seem to be doing any repair-building work, and give Thrisner very vigilant and somewhat suspicious stare (they, one might suppose, are the encampment guards).
"I sense no evil purpose from him", comments old woman with rasping voice. There is certain feel of importance in her.
She seems to stress the word 'purpose'.
"Our tribe king Morreg died in fiery hell as did many others. We haven't yet to chosen new one..."
Old man continues, some note of despise sound in his voice, when he speaks name 'Morreg'.
"But there's a great man with us called Ergoth-Nog, who seeks council with other survivers.. with some good sense.
He did send messangers too..."
"So, if talk you want, go find him. He should be around to that direction. Old man points to the south. Shoudn't be very far.
It' s camp warded with black sticks."
If Thrisner goes to do this.. Ergoth-Nog is not hard to find... (let's continue then, when I know more what messanger has to say)
((Should I write my stuff in shorter form?))
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