Tommy just smiled as Valla so effortlessly trying to work her magic - literally and figuratively - to get a piece of the best slice of meat they'd probably had so far.  Tommy waited for a moment, letting the idea of that sinking into the guard's head, before he tossed out his own reasoning.  "Might not be much, but I'm sure a helping hand - whether physical or magic - would help you finish your camp..." he paused, glancing at it again, "Which, might I add, is so much nicer than the beach-side one we used to live in... I'm envious," he continued, stroking the man's ego in a way only a skillful liar could.<br/><br/>The guard glanced between the two of them and then at the camp, still a bit uneasy, "Julian will be... back soon.  We were going to wait for him anyway, so I see no harm in letting you too hang around.  Just don't go poking... you might be neutral, but you're not in charge here..." the guard added, stepping aside, the last bit filled with a bit of force.  This group had split off because they felt that the other leaders were too lenient about order.  Tommy really didn't think much of either - people adapting took time - but he did see a bit of their point.  The whole arrangement made them out to be something special... but they weren't much more equipped than either camp.  Magic just gave them that uncertain edge that no one wanted to test.