Stick to navigating the tents

Squinting your eyes at the stables you get a really bad feeling about it. Despite the terrifying feeling of not knowing what is in the tents around you, you sense it’s safer to remain on your current trajectory.

Continuing up through the city of tents, you are confronted with what is surprisingly the first patrol you’ve come across. Bax must be doing a good job if such is the case. Two orcs walk toward you on the path ahead. They seem to be drunk. They playfully push each other while they continue in your direction. They thankfully haven’t noticed you yet but if you do not act fast, they might.

You need to get out of sight but there are only two tents you can readily access without moving too far or crossing the road. In one there is what sounds like three orcs having a boisterous conversation. In another, the feminine moans of someone experiencing orcish hospitality.

No chance I could silence three orcs, even with Syvella’s help. Not without being noticed atleast… So obviously I’ll havta’ go for the sex tent.