Sentinels and Saviors [CRP]

[Alusq]

"He's right..." Renata turned to point at Lennox, but he was no longer there. "Well, he was here a moment ago... Lennox!" She paced around a bit and called after him. "Probably gone to fetch it himself," she grumbled. She couldn't imagine him going anywhere without that cursed sword of his, whether it be because of the power the sword gave him or the endeavour of making sure it didn't fall into anyone else's hands. "He'll turn up."

Wait, why is Tiras going back to the front... gate. She remembered the fortuitous miracle that had let them enter the prison complex so easily as soon as Tiras spoke. "Well... Like you said... They were expecting someone?" She stood deep in thought as she answered with another question. "But... to receive a caravan so late at night... Something secret? Couldn't be a trap— lousy trap, if it were... Perhaps they underestimated us?" It didn't make sense to her. The Empire, from her experience, never underestimated dissent. Maybe they hadn't expected such cohesion from rebels... but then, was their group really all that cohesive? How had they won this fortress so easily? "I have no idea, Tiras." She admitted defeat. Now that she thought about it, Renata wished they could just take the loot and run, but it wasn't that simple anymore. Assuming even half the prisoners joined the band of rebels, they would need supplies. They would need to build proper camps, going forward. They would need every ounce of food in this fortress and a means to transport it. No, the combing of Traitor's End was only just starting.