"Astal Greyson, the last survivor from my group." He nod his head and took a breath. "Alright, I'll tolerate bindings for one night, I cant blame you if you are not travelling with guild representative you would not have a sure way to know me afterall." He spoke seriously, then gazing at Sheva and then at the others.<br/><br/>"My group and I tried to sneak in and steal the crown. We discovered they have ruins there, that they are unearthing, and they are putting an impressive town together. Recruiting all kinds of monsters, driving them to a blood frenzy. There's a number of<em>stranger</em>folks there too, but I don't know what they are." He cast a look at the prisoner the group had. "Two more of those people too. I'd assume them humans with just a touch darker skin but I saw one of them eating with the orcs without flinching, and that is not something I would expect from any human." His tone was a vary one, before he cleared his throat. "None that I know of at least. Anyhow."<br/><br/>He took a look at Sheva and then at Jayne, speaking to the Paladin in a serious voice. "I am the ranger of our group, good at surviving in the wilderness. I had mage Thylmael, sneak Dahan, and priestess Cele with me. I do not know if those are their real names or not. My first name is real, but I have no family, my second name is what the Guild gave me." He spoke in a serious fashion still. "We found a cavern that leads past the watchtowers,<em>under them</em>towards the city. The passage was pretty narrow, but we made it. We pushed on ahead to the city's ruins, and located their leader. A tall armored man, at least I believe its a man, that keeps his lair in what used to be some kind of a temple. They've broken the old icons but there's a large throne they have put up for him in there, and with creatures almost worshipping him. He's constantly surrounded by two women, who we thought were just concubines or slaves." He winced.<br/><br/>"We attacked when he was alone except for those two, with a rare opportunity we had not expected. Our mage cast silence from a scroll she carried, unleashing it upon them. The next thing I know one of those women raised her hand up to yank her arm up and kick her in the stomach with force that had blood spurting from her mouth. The other woman in turn stepped in the way of my armor, snatching it in the midair with one hand, snapping its head off, and tossing it aside. I attacked the woman holding Thylmael, and tried to hold them off. Thylmael got a spell off, telling the rest of the guild what we had found. By then, we were all fleeing. Through a town full of orcs.<br/><br/>Looking down, he sighed. "I remember Cere falling to a Javelin hit on her back, I remember Thylmael scream when two goblins leaped on her from the roof, and I remember the crunch when a boulder fell on top of Dahan, tossed by an ogre standing there blocking the road. I used the alleyways, hiding from sight and laying low. I was wounded, hunted, and trying to backtrack to the beach. I arrived here to find our old boats found, punctured, and charred by fire. I've been waiting for others since ,fighting patrols when I cant avoid them."