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(( Cladmir is definitely not outside and is simply somewhat overwhelmed by the number of newcomer pouring it.  It is starting to feel like a mercenary company on the march except for all the fact that this is something else entirely. ))

Ernos continues his lonely watch , spotting nothing for an hour, then another hour. The sun is starting to set when a hobgoblin comes from the tomb and stands near him saying,

"Uhh....no....talk....me....Grun. Uhh...San...talk...Grun...see."

He looks hopefully at Ernos to see that his message has been received. He will then take position nearby, scanning the quickly darkening slopes.

Another hour passes and dark isn't far out now, no new scouts have arrived nor the final group.

Inside the tomb, the hob woman and San seem to have gotten things in a semblance of order but people are still running around everywhere and Kroshav's 'helpers' have increased to the point it's hard to work around them.

Mikram is mostly yelling at them rather than directing at this point. It probably good none speak dwarven given the colorful nature of his words.

((Whatcha going to do now?))

Jaq looks to find anyone that speaks common well and asks, "How many more should still be coming to live here?"

Ernos nods to the hobgoblin, "See is good."

Ernos gets a nervous smile and nod,

"Is good."

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Inside Jaq finds San, who stands as a little tired goblin rock in a maelstrom of chaos.

She looks up at Jaq as four other people stop talking to her when the elf approaches, eyeing him with interest or suspicion. The tired goblin looks around a little before answering and says,

"One more group, Jaq of Thir. Fifty, maybe sixty more? Sick and old. Slow ones. We passed. Others passed. Way was hard. Hole in ground... "

She struggles with words for a bit and asks those around her for suggestions but just then the hob woman shows up, scattering the four waiting to talk to San and growls a question to the goblin. She turns, gives Jaq a look up and down and snorts,

"The old and young needed to be carried one by one over the crevasse. They can't do the climb along the rocks well either. They needed to stop and rest frequently. They be here before dark though."

Jaq nods to the information.   “Thank you.  Well we have enough water. I will try to find some more food.”

He knows The librarian can make as much food as needed (he thinks), but he is going to try to figure out a source of food that can be ongoing for the tribe without needing the assistance from the library.  

The hob woman nods and San offers,

"We has some food, but more is good."

The hob woman looks pained by San's talking but something/someone else catches her attention and she moves off with purpose and annoyance.

Having not asked the Librarian the limits of her food generation capabilities, Jaq makes a guess she is capable of making food for the approximately 150 or people. No worries.

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Outside the sun is nearly set and Ernos sees no sign of the last group.

Kroshav is caught up with Mikram yelling in dwarvish in one ear, the 'helpers' milling about, and digging to be done, but he's doing the best he can to keep up with all of it.

With so many hands going around Cladmir is simply reduce from actually working to being full-time supervisor, except supervising a team that either doesn't seem to quite understand what he is trying to tell them or are just really ignoring him and doing whatever.  At least they all seem to know what *not* to do in general so there is that.  Adding to the fact that none of them seem to mean them any harm so Cladmir is a bit relieved that if trouble brews there could be some bodies between Kroshav and danger at least.

Cladmir is pleased to find himself lost in the crowd and is also glad to have a nice, thick non-combatant wall between danger and Kroshav.

The crowd does, for the most part, treat him like a part of the scenery though.

Ernos frowns at the encroaching darkness as if it were an unwanted guest known to drink just a little too much wine.  "No more come?"

Ernos' companion startles at the words and says,

"Uhh..."

Before blinking uncomprehendingly at the tiefling. He repeats,

"Grun...see?"

In the form of a question.

Ernos sighs softly, realising he had managed to overestimate Grun's grasp of Common.  "Grun see.  Ernos-" The tiefling points to himself, "Talk San."  

Making his way inside, he eyes the hubbub going on, and decides to take the easy option and just call out, "Where can I find San?  Or anyone who speaks Common?"

Grun looks on as Ernos heads in, clearly not sure if he understands.

A few people glance at Ernos as he yells but most ignore him. Just as he is about to yell again the goblin in question squeezes out between a pair of newly erected tents.

"Yes?"

She gasps.

"Apologies for the strain.  It is getting dark.  Are there more to come?  They may become lost in the darkness."

San looks around in concern,

"Is dark now? Last group is not here..."

She does a full spin and yells something into the cave behind her and hears a few call backs.

"No, they not here. Not good. Not good. Old ones and young ones. Where Jeq of Thir? He go get them. Should be here now."

She yells some more, Jeq very prominent in the yell, this time without turning, and the yell is picked up and repeated to even Kroshav's helpers.

It seems as if Jaq is being summoned as everyone looks for him. Some are even grabbing Cladmir and Kroshav and pointing towards the entrance.

"What's going on?", Kroshav asks, pausing and splashing some snow-melt across his face to cool his exertions and wash away some of the dust.

Mikram gives a shrug.

"They want Jaq or Jeq or maybe Jiq. Can't understand a word of it."

Following the pointing everyone would at least figure the direction they, or Jaq/Jeq/Jiq, need to go.

Cladmir saw the weird behavior of the newcomer and immediately thought some trouble may be brewing.  Quickly he located Kroshav and fell in behind the paladin.