[Crimson]

The rider regarded Theying for a moment. "Repellant?", he repeated with a slight tilt of his helmeted head, "well, if it helps I might as well show you to the commander ... if you're still interested that is." With that, the scout motioned for the newcomer to follow him. Along the way, the rider met up with a few more horsemen and explained to them the visitor's business for being in the encampment.

"Undead repellant?", another one repeated, "are you serious?" He cast a quick glance at Theying then chuckled. "Probably from the Institute", Theying heard him mutter to a nearby comrade, "let the captains deal with him. You got patrol duty. C'mon!"

The riders chuckled. Before they all left, however, the first scout who intercepted Theying gave the newcomer instructions to get to the command tent -- which, Theying realized -- was quite visible from where they stood. "Look for Captain Moran. Send them that Patrol 3 gave you access to the grounds."