"Asking them will find out."

In reply to Roahfustion (msg # 871):

Troels shrugs.

"Hired muscle. I do what she says. Especially when it involves whacking some arsehole who deserves it."

"He is very good at it. So is she."

She raises an eyebrow when Blythe is pointed out.  That is good to know, now to persuade the others of the wisdom of moving.

She nods.

Lady Highrocks moves around talking to everyone, you sense a consensus occurring as people begin to pack up, leaving the good Captain with an disgruntled look, but he starts packing as well.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 876):

Troels is already prepared to keep moving.

Troels is faster than Roahfustion but she's soon ready.

It's mid afternoon before everyone is ready and moves out, they seem to know where they are going and by late afternoon come to a less fancy camping site, but one that is obviously defensible.  Guards are set and you are told that everyone needs to pack up in the morning and be ready to move.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 879):

Troels sets up a temporary camp...

It's all one camp, not enough room to separate yourselves.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 881):

Yeah, cool. Still, enough room for Troels to ensure a separate tent...

Roahfustion remains quiet, just pratices one of her spells when out of sight inside the tent.

Certainly enough room for the three of you to set up a tent arrangement and be a couple of meters from everyone else.

The bard lets Troels and Blythe do the necessary.

How thoughtful ;-)

Indeed
She pulls her weight in other ways.

So you soon have a hasty camp setup, a common fire about 3 meters away to cook on and eat around.
Things settle down. A guard plan is set up with everyone but Lady Hightower on it.

Some time  in the wee hours of the morning there is a loud noise in the air above you, like a really large bird flying off and the clattering .
A message container has been dropped to Lady Hightower.

"Well, that was unusual," Roahfustion comments. "I wonder how they did that." She goes back inside their tent and  continues practicing a spell, but half expecting a summons.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 888):

Troels does his shift, and waits to hear about the message...

In the morning over tea, Lady Highrocks is excited and says the other kingdoms have agreed to assist her, but they must return to the Vicinity of Highrocks

"So is this where we part ways?"

Why no my dear, I thought you might come with us...  it should be interesting the see the Baron in serious trouble.

"Someone to bear witness?"

Of course, and then sing about it perhaps?