The centaur spits and then speaks, “Hmmph, follow me then goblin, bring your slaves as well. The chieftain will make his decision about how to best deal with you wretches,” he says turning, the rest of the centaurs taking up positions around the party.
They take you into the camp, a smelly wretched place, showing you to an open air shelter with an animal skin overhead to provide some shade from the hot sun. The party is left under guard while the leader fetches the “chieftain”.
Lekah laughs, “Well this is better then dying I suppose. To think we are slaves is amusing, but I will only go along with this plan for so long before I gut someone.”
Celia finally replies to Groog…
[sblock] “Like him…” she looks to the orc, “I admire his honor and spiritual strength, it is a mere curiosity is all, this is the first time I have ever actually spoken to one, not counting a war cry. Let’s focus on surviving this current situation, Master Groog. I fear we are in the mouth of the lion…”[/sblock]