As they draw close, Hjollsted pauses to address Reòthadh. "My own face is known to the people here, and they will not react well to seeing me about town. But I can merely hide my face. Your own appearance, however..." He gestures to the sorcerer’s pale blue skin. "You will stand out. Or rather... under. There are no tribesmen as short as you." Indeed, most of the barbarian warriors stand close to seven feet tall.
"We need only reach one of the outlying tents, and our friends here will bring the tribe leaders to us. How do you propose we get you there?