By the field-ready lighting-- green-glowing globes atop six-foot poles, set into the ground at five-meter intervals about the camp, Ithi'Ka can be seen skirting along the roads, into and out of storm-drain entrances, doorways, recessed cellars-- her position remains well behind the lines, for the moment, and she doesn't seem particularly thrilled about it.  She's hemming along behind a dwarf, whose coverall-clad form seems all the more compact with his withdrawn focus.  He carries a hammer on a four-foot pike of some sort and prods the ground here and there, jotting notes and mumbling over his copious beard.  Ithi'Ka's silver eyes seem intent on what he's doing, though her arms are crossed and the frown on her face is one of pure distaste.<br/><br/>When she spots Mark, she immediately waves him over.  She wears no special uniform, only a red armband bearing the Karn sigil flags her shadowy figure in any distinguishable way.  "Please follow him about and make sure he doesn't get into anything that could get him killed.  He is too important to lose."<br/><br/>As if in reply, the dwarf curses in his native tongue before addressing Ithi'Ka much as one might blather into the vacant air about him-- "Fackin' eyeless FEESH, that's what the kobolds are, little SHITES didn't know a travertine from dragonshards, and were traaaaaying to HAGGLE with ME.  Of course, ye wouldn't understand cause your kind's gone all troggy yourselves, all your eye-gleamin' and not a shred of comprehension of the stonehalls you're trudgin' on.   Like the eyeless ghost fish, eh?  So well adapted, but so pathetically ignorant..."<br/><br/>Ithi'ka spits at this, one eyebrow twitching higher and higher as her fingers toy with her knife.  "And if I have to keep following him around, he is going to meet an accident."  She turns to Mark.  "He is<em>engineer</em>."  She says the word very carefully, her fury seeming to focus her need to sound more like a native common-speaker.  "He is checking for weak-spots.  So we have no nasty surprises."