Both guards eyed the bundle with suspicion, but the one nearest to Whispers took it anyway, before commanding that the gate be opened just enough for her to step in and doing so. As the heavy wooden barrier closed behind the thoroughly armored woman, the other spoke in her stead. "She will confirm your claim with the scoutmistress. If you have truly done this for us, you are welcome to enjoy our hospitality and explain further." With that said, she began to lean back against the wall with her arms crossed as though expecting her partner to be gone a while. And she was. Roughly an hour, going by the position of the sun and the cooling of the air.<br/><br/>Finally, the gate opened enough to accommodate the party's horses single-file and they were led through. Several Linowan warriors on the inside kept bows trained on the maidens and their mortal entourage, but hadn't nocked back any arrows. The guard leading from the front explained calmly. "Don't mind the extra precaution. It would be all too simple to kill one of our scouting parties and present their belongings with a blood-boiling tale of Haltan abominations. And even the dead have their tricks." After a bit of a walk, the five found themselves outside the personal tent of the tribe's scoutmistress and halted there. It's a small structure, likely just big enough to conduct business in. "Choose a representative from among you to speak with Scoutmistress Bloody-Tail."