Setarra stifles a giggle, behind him, at his comment. Erikees grunts at the mention of sparring with the golems, nodding. "I might have to do that, then, some day." "Assuming they don't just simply bring a mountain down on our heads, if we try that."<br/><br/>They agree to head out, Hikass taking point, a little ways ahead of them, the other two walking in front of Draiss and his two golems, making a stretched out pyramid formation, as they walk the last few miles to the outskirts of the camp, a massive, sprawling location, with hundreds of tents, of various sizes and materials. Giants and humanoids mingle freely, under a dozen different banners, and scouts circle the camp nearly constantly. There's few magical defenses, aside from anti-teleport and scrying wards, since this many people would set off any magical traps too easily, but a heavy palisade of sharpened wooden logs surrounds the extreme edges of the camp, preventing horseback charges. "So, what's the plan? We just walk right in, and ask to sign up?"