“Welcome to the Hill Fort Madam Healer. You will be secure here. One of the Captains should...” as if knowing what Vitta was just about to say, a burly half-orc with a battered breastplate across his chest, the armour completed with shin and wrist guards, the latter’s lustre hinting at superior steel, shouts across from one of the tents with  large flap propped open by wooden poles. “Hos Vitta, get the healer over here!” he barks shortly, standing with crossed arms as you make your way towards him past a row of office like buildings.<br/>Vitta stumbles, using the opportunity to whisper “Captain Akkat,” to Aeryn. “Clash with a drow strike force,” the half-orc informs you as a means of introduction, “Seven of ours injured, two severely so. Doesn’t appear to be anything life threatening, but they will be off duty for at least a week. I doubt there is anything you can do for them, but if I am wrong I will be impressed. It has happened before,” he gestures to the tent flap behind him.<br/>Several passersby greet Morgan, but this welcome rarely extends to Xen, and if stiff even when it does. Aeryn attracts more curiosity than warmth, but her presence with a Captain of the settlement earns her some looks of respect.