Juliet could tell, from the disarray of the cage interior these definitely were for the wargs. Or the prisoners were kept in much worse conditions than one imagined. Nayla had gone on ahead and ahead of the new batch of slaves at the guarded checkpoint, under escort. She was in and soon enough Juliet came after walking alongside the back end of the escort just so she could single out one of the less distressed of the slaves. Further into the camp, one could see several firepits were boar and other wildlife had been caught and was being spitroasted over a fire. Around each firepit were primitive hide tents capable of housing say two to three people comfortably. Wargs were fighting over whatever scraps were given to them in the terms of raw animals, meat, organs and bone. Nothing was wasted.<br/><br/>They could however see several beautiful women of various diversity. Humans, Elves, and the occasional Halfling or Gnome, all currently walking about stark naked, swanlike necks held burdened by metal collars with leather upon the inside of them. Tending to the food and carrying trays of goblets made out of animal horns hollowed out. They rest comfortably though not enough to be able to merely slip them off. Runes of arcane energy run red along the center of the collar showing that more than just bonds and the surrounding of captors holds them here but magic.<br/><br/>Furthest away from the firepits was a ornate looking pavillion tent that was under heavy guard with banners. Red silks with black trim adorn it and it was reinforced with steel supports. Odd considering that it looks nothing like the surrounding encampment. Possibly a visitor of high ranking was inside of it or perhaps some kind of private auction or meeting. Another tent of less lavish fabrics but much more intimidating looks as it had large bone and scaled hide for its setup was adjacent to it and from the similar make and patchwork one could assume their leader of these slavers, the ones responsible for their camp’s ransacking was here. Nayla had free reign of the place whilst under her invisibility. She should keep in mind her time limit with her spell lest she suffer dire consequences.<br/><br/>As Juliet got close enough to her intended person to give a glimmer of hope, she noticed the approaching bugbear and stuck her nose up at the skinny and smaller looking bugbear. Even so she had to look up at the brute to make defiant eye contact at him.<strong>"Begone from my sight primitive swine!"</strong>She said with a haughty tone that seemed to offer no arguments. Clearly she was used to getting what she wanted and was definitely a highborn noble or at the very least a woman whom had enough confidence and position to talk her way out of bad situation. Suddenly a sharp crack came from another bugbear whom, crack her nice ass with a whip leaving a soft red mark. Indeed she had several badges of honor for her defiance already and this was just a new one.<strong>"Mind your manners bitch or you'll end up being sent to a mind flayer for food!"</strong>Apparently nothing is wasted, even the most disobedient slaves had a horrible fate for them if that threat rang true.<br/><br/>Juliet took a look at the bonds. She was held with the same neck high stocks that kept her wrists aligned with her neck and tethered to the other slaves in front of her by strong chains. She just happened to be at the back and her eyes glanced over when she began to whisper with a voice most unbecoming of a bugbear. Fair and feminine. She was smart and said nothing but it was clear Juliet had her attention now. She was skeptical of the words spoken to her but at this point what did the woman have to lose. If Juliet had more to say, she'd pay attention. The bugbear was busy looking over the others to make sure they had no lip and kept in line. Lest they find themselves needing a swift reminder.