[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

She hadn’t been aware at all that @ketsueki was behind her, and by the time she did notice, the obi was already across her throat and the ninja could easily control her victim. She let out a gasp that was cut short as she was pulled towards the tent. She dropped her staff and stumbled backwards into the dark confines of the indoor setting. The kobold reached up to try and peel the belt from her neck, but couldn’t get a solid grip, instead clutching her throat for more air.
“Nngh…” Was all she currently managed to squeak through the choker’s hold. It was clear she wasn’t going to try and resist, as the woman could easily choke her out cold.
Nobody outside said anything, and nobody new moved from what the assassin could hear...

“This is my masters gold we seek.” Said Solix reverting to his troll dialect. It was hard to constantly think of the right word and pronunciation, but his master had required him to learn a little common. “He is a great magician and has imprinted the locations in my head.” Sollix pointed to the map and then tapped his skull.

“Hmmmmm, how many? How many?” Sollix switched back to common for the finer negotiations. “Ten waggon with two people. Guard all around. Sixty people, very safe.” The troll scratched his head and looked at Mordane. “My master want humans. Human come to? I buy him? Huk huk, good food at least, huk huk huk.”

Slave. She was a slave. The thought made her blood run cold.

Footsteps outside the tent snapped her back to reality - she was in a precarious position with the shaman in a hold at risk of choking. If they were found like this...

She gave the obi one more tug. "You don't say a word." With that, regardless if there was an answer, she would release her hold on the obi and make steps for the other entrance away from where the incoming individual was headed.

She would have to risk it. She had every intent to bolt out the flaps and run as hard as her weakened form could, and head towards whatever opening to freedom she could find.

The kobold kept struggling up until woman bolted, she was able to grab the belt and rip it from her throat and collect a big breath of air. She hadn't killed her, and for that she did as she was told and say a word or move.

When @ketsueki plowed through the rear entrance, she came face to face with the same wood wall she'd seen from the outside. There was no immediate exit in sight, but there was one somewhere, she just had to follow the wall till she found an escape.
To the right however, there were many bandits loitering around the wall down a ways, however there was one nearby goblin a tent or so down who'd just stirred from a nap and saw a slave running about, Kiznarr’s slave.
Kiznarr didn't get back yet, did he?
“Oi, watchu doin, git back in dere.”
He only had a knife at his side and no way to immediately stop her. There were more Legion members behind him, however they did not notice the commotion or care about it yet.
To the left there were no nearby bandits, but there were a large group of them amassed a ways down. She'd have room to run but eventually she'd have to either go around or through them.

Crap.

Oobie was going to take the hit. His mistake had lost him too much battle momentum and he'd never been in this scenario before so he couldn't come up with a better counter-play. The fight wouldn't last much longer and Oobie lost graciously. This duel with Naith was enlightening in that it showed Oobie how much more he needed to improve and he better understood Abney Park's weaknesses.

His ability is strong and has potential, but it has no range at all. He has to actually make physical contact with Abney Park which only granted him a few inches of extra range he didn't have before. An experienced fighter won't allow him to get close enough unless he was sneaky, making this more suited for assassinations. He needed to learn how to make up for his Stand's weakness, so he will find better success in the future.

"Well fought sir, I'm thankful you didn't go easy on me; I've learned more from this defeat than I would have if I somehow won." Oobie extended his hand out for a handshake, a manner of sportsmanship you likely wouldn't see from any other Kobold. Oobie was perhaps the biggest oddball of the camp because he seemed to operate more like how humans and other civilized races do, which was because his father had raised him in human society.

"10 wagons? I will give you 7, and 45 people. Prove to me this is worth my time, and I'll send more."
She pointed at Mordane with the end of a knife she happened to have laying around.
"If you want to go with him, then do so. If not, you'll be under Naith's command."
She looked back to the foreign troll.
"Anything further?" She questioned from atop her throne.

Sollix Nat'ia

Mordane nodded at the words of the two, speaking up when Nat'ia finished to give her his decision,"I will travel with Sollix, to find the treasure in the mountains, and it seems, to act as a mediator." Indeed, it made sense for his master to ask him to bring a human along to speak for the Troll, trolls and kobolds were not known for their diplomacy skills. The rewards Sollix promised, however, seemed to good to be true, but he had no reason to doubt that there was an abundance of treasure for the taking. If Mordane got his hands on that type of coin, he was already lost in thought on the possibilities. He was consumed by greed no doubt, mans greatest vice. He could come back to the Legion camp at anytime to continue where he left off, but this little adventure was here and now, and could prove to be interesting if not profitable.

Oobie is now in the tent with the others talking about the quest. He steps toward Na'ia, gets on one knee with one fist to the ground and the other over his knee. "Boss, I volunteer to go on this task!"

The youngster wanted to earn back any reputation he may have lost from the duel. He may have gained respect from Naith, but he likely took a hit to how the other bandits perceive him.

Nat’ia was still among the sidelines, she knew Oobie wasn’t going to win, he was new and inexperienced. But he had the capability and willpower to get better. Regardless whether the kobold won or not, this was good experience for her underling, and further proof that Naith was capable of his position. Some of the spectators that weren’t Nat’ia were not pleased that Naith had won, perhaps it was time he went to building his own camp.
“I saw everything I needed to see, good fight. Now Naith, I suggest you set up your own camp somewhere nearby, but not too close. I’ll be happy to assist your band in certain ways.”
She beckoned Oobie Doobie back to her side, she made sure Naith and his warriors left safely.