Evelyn
She flings herself into a bush rustling silent leaves and snapping stiff twigs. Stabbing the spear into the ground it's relatively easy to tie all required elements onto it, now whether someone will see it or not is completely up to chance... Unfortunately for Meztu the elevation of the hill makes it basically impossible for anyone not on the hill itself to see anything - and therefore no one sees her little decay. However, fortune does benefit her - the wind blows in her direction, bringing with it the sounds of voices within the camp. Little bits of useless stuff, like how one man misses the touch of a woman and another wishes for a soft bed once more. However she does pick up something interesting - they do indeed have slaves, those slaves according to whispers having once been associated at least in some regard with her former assassins guild!
Christie
*Seeing this, she would need a new distraction so she instead of making her knives grabs one of her smoke bombs she made. And then chucks it as hard as she can out into the field the abrupt smoke screen HAS to grab attention. After waiting for a while in a dark corner of the base. She takes a deep breath and activates her plan, daggers generating in hand her presence fading into the wind. If she was hesitant before thats all faded she must save those inside. No matter if they were just those that wash the dishes everyone in that guild was her familly*
Evelyn
Unfortunately for Meztu, once more it seems her luck has failed her and the smoke bomb plops harmlessly on the soft grass within the field - failing to have had enough impact force to set off anything. Though, since it was not under effect of her stealthy silence the loud plop onto the ground seems to have attracted one singular guard from outside of the wall. He approaches slowly and cautiously as if aware of their illegal operation and the ramifications it could have if exposed to some governing body within the region - before finding the clay pot, and scratching his chin in interest before squatting down to investigate the object further. 

Presumably taking advantage of this distraction Meztu would speed past him and vault over the wooden pallisade, landing gracefully on the otherside behind a tent. Beyond the canvas wall the sound of two people chatting in hushed tones can be heard - two men, one saying "SHUSH! WE can't let them know that we're here together, what would they think if they saw the two of us in this tent hmmm? We'd get flogged at best and outright killed at worst!" No words are heard from the other person but the second person does respond "I KNOW, listen once this is over he can get on one of those fancy ships and go southwards towards the golden cities - i'm pretty sure there's plenty of people like us down there."
Christie
*She would stealth around the tent seeing were the guard patrols are. She would lay flat on tbe ground to hide her profile. Being so close she could hear everything, she grabs a sizeable stone and throws it at one of the metal bars just to make a loud noise. Hopefully drawing some attention she would take her generated daggers and hold them. She then throws them right into the tent for a quick and easy double kill. They have members of her guild. They are all slavers they do not deserve there right to live on this earth. No hesitation no doubt in her mind. The knives being so sharp would make the kills easy, puncturing the tent and with enough force to easily puncture a human.* 

*She would then sprint into another tent dagger in hand her silence makes her sudden intrusion very sudden as she would do a plunging stab into anyone inside*
Evelyn
Crawling on the ground like a worm she manages to position herself in an alley between two tents that gives her a decent enough view of this area of the camp, allowing her to see guard patrols - there's quite a lot, and they're extremely frequent. It seems like the whole camp is at alert, like they're expecting something... Regardless, she manages to spot something made of metal nearby and chucks a rock at it. The rock bounces off the iron which resonates with a loud PING.

Several nearby guards heads instantly snap in the direction of the ping and begin to investigate it, anothers head cranes around looking for what may have thrown whatever hit the iron but doesn't seem to find anyone. But when she throws the two daggers through the tent one man, seemingly in terror and distress yells out "NO! NOT MY BELOVED!" Which causes all the nearby guards attention to snap to the tent, and since Meztu is presumably standing their attention is also brought onto her!