Try passing the stables

Can’t say I enjoy creepin’ around these tents. Leaves too much to chance. Let’s try the stables.

You check your surroundings carefully and cross a small open area to reach the wooden ramshackle building. It isn’t long before you uncover the true nature of this building. The primitive sounds of sex are very distinct. Confirming your suspicions you are able to peek through a crack in the wall. Rows and rows of women are chained and held in multiple pens all in a line. You count around a dozen captives that you can see for the moment. Most of them lay idly, but at the far end you see two hulking figures partaking in the bodies of two others. The desperate moans and squeaks of delight indicate this treatment isn’t as unwelcome as you would assume.

“They have a lot of captives in there, countin’ least a dozen?” You gesture to Syvella who approaches the crack and looks through as well.

“Mhm could’ve guessed as much.”

“Can we free em’ somehow?”

“Not likely. It would seem they have company right now. Even so, I doubt they would have any means to fight.”

“Maybe freeing them could add to the chaos and help us though.” You pull away from the crack and place a thoughtful finger on your chin.

“True. It is risky however. Two orcs even caught off guard might put up a fight.”