The men all slump to their knees. They are in an incredibly weakened state, clearly having been subjected to a lack of food, torture, and extensive periods of restraint.
The older man, the leader, whispers from a broken throat ...
"Did you find Kibb? Did you find any other survivors?"
When he hears your answer to the first, he lifts his head and smiled with incredible relief. A tear seems to run down his cheek. But at your answer to the second question, he slumps forward again, hiding his face.
"Please get us out of here. There were twelve of us, then seven after our failed attempt to retake the Fort, and now only three. We must recover our strength, and then work out a way to reclaim the fort."