A Quinichiat druidess wandering the Kerit camp drew plenty of suspicious stares, but the ranger at her side - or perhaps it was the wolf at his side - deterred anyone from doing more than staring.

The Kerit did seem to be preparing for war, though whether that was to be with the Niatsu or the Red Fist remained to be seen. Though always a warlike people, they seemed to be putting extra effort into sparring and archery practice.

Living among them were several half-orcs and at least one pure-blooded orc, though this was not surprising, as Northmen were known to respect the ferocity and martial prowess of the orcs and even accept them into their clans if they swore fealty to the Lidar.

There was also a small contingent of orcs, two females and a male, living by themselves on the outskirts of the camp, not far from Signe. Sikuaq's best guess was that they were from Guthluthic, here to keep an eye on the Kerit to ensure their compliance with the alliance. Or, less cynically, to report back to Guthluthic on how the orcs could best aid their vassals.

After the tense exchange in the tent with Olav and his captive Quinichiat Sikuaq was in no particular mood to speak with any of the Kerit, especially with the looks she and Valaku were garnering.  Neither was she inclined to speak with the orcs, their recent visit to the underground confines of Guthluthic recent enough to have left a bad taste in her mouth on that front as well.

"I am apparently in a foul mood," she observed to Valaku, still intent on meandering through the camp and observing all she could of their potential allies.  "Seems like a long time it's been so." She stopped in a realtively open corner of the camp, removed from casual eavesdropping.  "I'm worried we may have strayed too far from the mission bestowed upon us.  It is important to understand the threat of the Red Fist, and as the opportunity arises to collect allies in that fight, but we know nothing of the Francos and their current disposition on resuming the crusades.  Are they disorganized enough to grant us the time we need to build alliances and fend of Garduk here, or will our focus northward leave our exposed belly ripe for the picking."

"We need to be in two places at once, I fear."  Sighing, she resumed their slow walk through the encampment.  "Or three, so that our learnings so far can be brought before the Council for discussion.  Especially this notion of a united force of all the races, which has come before but now been forgotten.  Or discarded by those who found it inconvenient."  There was the foul mood again, coalescing into bleak surmising.

She fell silent, simply looking this way and that, measuring the glares while assessing the Kerit's capabilities and weaknesses as best she could.