Draylin is too far away to reliably make out which tent is the armoury, but the camp entrance is clearly far busier than the area around you.
What he can see is a pair of young lads dragging shovels, followed by a half-elf woman in dark leathers. She's clearly a guard, not a captive: her posture is loose, annoyed, and she's muttering under her breath as she herds the boys southward. He catches only fragments, something about 'babysitting prisoners' and 'missing all the fun'.
"Just recall," Thistlewick spoke up. "Gaining all our armor and weapons is fine but it also will make us stand out as we wander the camp."
Draylin
With a pause and thoughtful look at Thistlewick, he carefully considers his words. "In a camp of war, do we not look out of place unarmed?"
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Draylin is too far away to reliably make out which tent is the armoury, but the camp entrance is clearly far busier than the area around you.
What he can see is a pair of young lads dragging shovels, followed by a half-elf woman in dark leathers. She's clearly a guard, not a captive: her posture is loose, annoyed, and she's muttering under her breath as she herds the boys southward. He catches only fragments, something about 'babysitting prisoners' and 'missing all the fun'.
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure