You could see across the camp to where a trio of long, thin stone blocks (each almost eight feet long, and nowhere more than a foot thick) had been pressed into the sloping sides of a large dirt mound... probably the tailings from the mine... to support them.  Within that ‘frame’, you could see a jungle that couldn’t possibly exist within the mound of dirt.  You didn’t have much of an angle to see a big picture, but you did see a line of small white obelisks, and a small fraction of a wall with rudely carved marks that looked (despite the poor quality of the carving) oddly like dwarven runes.

Nothing stood guard at the ‘door’, but a couple of nearby tents provided likely places of shelter, if the guards weren’t too concerned about stealthy traffic.

You could also see a short, thin, emaciated human who occasionally scurried from place to place in the camp.  Sometimes he would duck beneath the sides and back of the tents; sometimes he would scuttle through the doorway.  He clearly seemed to be looking for something, hiding from something, or more likely both.

Lastly, you could see something stalking the human figure.  Its striped fur blended well into the shadows, but there was no mistaking the form of a kuro warrior, or the intent of the axe that swung free in its hand as it stealthily hunted the human through the camp.