Sachi took the heavier box from her belt and whispered a word too it.  She drew two fresh cloth-wrapped meal form it and passed the wrest of the box to Calton.  “Divide this food among yourself and the others.  Supliment it as needed and get the box back to me at the appropriate time.  If the paladin’s choose not to execute the orcs, be sure they get a standard ration.  I’ll take the captain her dinner.”<br/><br/>With her falchion across her back and a meal in each hand, the redhead crossed the camp too Sheva and offered her a meal.  “The ebony girl will surely be resistant to any interrogation technique a compassionate person would consider tolerable,” she commented softly, her voice lower than usual.  It would have been a husky purr if she weren’t so grave.  “She would either ignore it or lie.  There are a good many among us skilled at magical arts.  Perhaps if I were too arrange the privacy of a tent, someone could provide a bit of gentle magical compulsion that might prove more effective than the crude barbarisms normally used in questioning prisoners?”<br/>