Anton bows his head slightly as the others speak, and whispers to Sinorei, "...perhaps the Muls were caravan guards, and I your bodyguard? It would save us having to know much of merchant politics."
He looks the group over, before finally answering "I'll take you to him, and you can speak to him there." He extends an arm to help Sin over the stony barricade. As he leads you toward the center of the compound. During the walk he has a couple more questions still, "So, who was it that attacked your caravan, was it elves, do you know which tribe? Not merchants yourselves, then which house were you riding with when you were attacked? How many of you were there, and are you the only ones that made it?"
As you reach the wellhouse there is one man who seems to be obviously in charge, as he is currently drilling the unwounded troops by having them spar one another. He observes from on high at the top of the stairs in front of the door to the well itself. As you approach with your escort, he turns to look at the group. He is a younger man, dressed a little finer than most of the others. He has short brown hair, and a questioning gaze. "Who are these people, Gorgoreth? Are they safe, and are they willing to fight for us?"
The man you had first spoken with, Gorgoreth apparently, replies promptly, "Their caravan was attacked, and they are looking for water and shelter. If they are willing to help or not I am unaware, as I told them they had to talk to you about that." He looks at you holding his arm outstreched, palm up, in the direction of Laalarash as if indicating it was where you wanted to go. He then promptly goes back to his tasks.
He is easily out of earshot before Laalarash mumbles a response, "Oh, very good, wise decision." He looks at you all expectantly, before finally asking, "So, are you going to help?"
Sinorei bites her lip and nods slightly at Anton's suggestion.
*You're going to get in deep this time...*
Shush, you're not helping... Let me think!
"We were not riding with a house, our... mission", the wilder accents the word slightly as if to insinuate further questioning would not be advised at this time, "was a delicate and private one. I do hope you understand?"
Taking the man's arm, she describes the physical appearance of the Gith that they fought earlier.
As Gorgoreth departs after introductions, Sinorei rewards him with a last thankful smile.
"Help? We've spent several days walking through the sand, could we perhaps fill our waterskins and then you can explain what help you seek?"
And I'd love a bath...
*...*
Diplomacy (to improve Laal's attitude)*:
* Includes +1 on presumed application of Charming trait.
Morthak steps up, "As I offered to your man, but he must have forgot while oggling my friend here, I am a cleric and will provide some healing to your wounded..."
Averel stares at the man that the others were speaking to. He than waits for the others to finish speaking before saying what he wishes to say.
K'z'k pays little attention to the discussion, contenting herself with chewing and drawing along her rock.
Xanyon nods at the conversation.
"K'z'k how are you holding up?"
K'z'k looks up.
"I am hungry, but the clutch is not eating."
As Gorgoreth departs you can tell he's confused and concerned at the description of the Gith, not surprised though, like he's aware of them in the area.
Laalarash looks around, for a bit, confused. He looks from small group to small group, before he turns to the guards behind him. "Get this group a water portion, and I'll be right back." He trails off after Gorgoreth, and talks to him briefly, the older man pointing at different portions of the outpost. Laalarash nods and comes back to the group, just as you are being handed a serving of water in small clay bowls. "Um, yes, there was a loss of a few healthy defenders last strike, so with some shifting around you guys will be defending the northwest corner. Get, um.. get some relaxation, and then, you can head to your spot.. post." He takes his place back at the front door to the wellhouse.
Averel looks at Laalarash oddly before looking at the group.
Morthak shrugs and enjoys his water.
K'z'k take the moment of relaxation to drink water and stand, unmoving, except for the twitching of her antennae.
Anton nods his thanks and happily takes the offered water, quietly scanning the area for a small plant that would allow him to focus his powers.