"Yes."  J'eilil tells him, internally cursing their luck.  She raises her hand in greeting, mimicking their signal.  "We're with the rearguard.  And you are?"

Persuasion: 12

"Well I'm Gary, he's Rob, that one over there is Bill, and Conrad is in the back. We're all initiates. We had to take a rest with those dirty kobolds last night so that's why we're late. But I'd never guess so many different races want to join. Praise Tiamat!" The cultists stop before you all. "Ah, guessing you guys also got your robes messed up in the raid. We just took off ours cause we're already nearby the camp. Well, c'mon, let's head back, the hunters should be back soon for breakfast."

Seeing both ambush attempt failed he shrugs behind the bush. When he comes out he says to Gary that a tempting offer, he follows behind the humans to the camp. while walking he ask Gary "what other races have you seen joining for the cause of Tiamat?"

Reso is going to follow behind from the back and pull a hood over his face. "yesp ... raise Tiamat"

Z'ress stays quiet as she simply follows behind them, keeping herself to the back of the group. As they get into the camp she will looks out for Leosin.

Graxian falls into line with the others.

J'eilil, having been the first one to speak, stays at the front of the group.

Gary shrugs, "Don't really know, been sticking with this group for a while to prove ourselves. See we ain't fully accepted as followers yet. Though did hear one of the higher ups talk about a half-orc if you're wondering about that. Though besides that, only ones I heard of besides us humans and dragonborn are those dirty kobolds and some talk of lizardfolk."

"I see how much did we haul during the raid? Any interesting prisoners or loot? Do you know where to get a reserve robe or armor mine sadly got shredded during the battle."

"As did mine."  J'eilil gestures to the scraps of robe binding her wound.  "We were lucky that we weren't more seriously injured.  Did you participate in the raid?"

"I have no need of armor due to my former training as a monk but I could use another weapon since this staff is better for subduing.'" Z'ress says as she looks ahead, gripping her staff tightly as they walked.

Reso nods. "I have no need for weapons." 

Graxian follows and stays quiet. 

Gary and his group give a quick motion of their salute to the guards who just nod, "Don't really know how much we got by now, all I know it's gotta be a big pile now. And I don't know about prisoners or what kind of loot we have, we also just got here. But I definitely don't want to be that guy up there," Gary points out to a man tied to a stake at the back of the camp, "Anyway, I'd check our tent to see if they have spare robes. Doubt we have any armor or spare weapons, don't want the prisoners to get any ideas." As Gary mentions prisoners, eight people escorted by four armed cultists, they move in a pack as they're set to work on menial labor about the camp. "Alright, time to turn in our share and get ready for breakfast. You all coming with or going to check the tent for spare robes?"

J'eilil glances at the others.  "I'll come for breakfast.  I can get robes later."

Graxian also indicates that he will follow for breakfast.  

"I will follow for breakfast as well," Reso says in a deep voice. 

"Some warm food would be a welcoming sight"

Z'ress will try to see if she can get a better look at the prisoners and the man who is on the stake.

Perception: 18

Z'ress focuses her eyes upon the man on the stake and finds a familiar face. The man is Leosin Erianther, the monk who had helped Reso and Z'ress before. He is badly beaten and the gaunt look upon his face shows that he's been starving and thirsty.