As Sara was helping Lara get dressed again, another figure came hurrying into the spice pantry after the three women. This was a half-orc girl of maybe sixteen, about the same age as the young orc who had been harrassing Lara. She was garbed in a dress of about the same quality as Lara's usual attire, with a high bodice and long skirts. She wore a large brass key on a braided leather thong around her neck, and looked harried.<br/><br/>"Oh, there you are, uh... slaves," she panted as she came to a halt just inside the door. "My father sent me to help, uh, organise your search party for Tlazok. I do that a lot. Organise things, I mean. For my father. Who's the chief." She scratched the back of her head nervously. "So, uh, do you need any help? Food or rope or a hunting dog or something? I'm Katapel, by the way." She fingered the key around her neck as she spoke, handling it like a talisman.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose any of you know where he might have gone?"