Victims Aren't We All
Conner watched as everyone headed off. Seemingly following the half orc. "Ballsy move." He wouldn't trust an orc, half or not. They were more known for their brutality and savagery than anything else. He couldn't think of the last time he ran across a sociable one. Then again what about the goblin? Those little boogers can make a real mess pit of things. "Yet it's contraption was carrying a daring."
He really didn't want to follow people out into the swamps. Didn't want to be that kind of busy body. "But no one would look for me there." He muttered with a tilt of his head. Not having anything else to do, he followed slowly in their direction. Staying a few yards back for the entire trip. He didn't go into the camp. Instead he stayed a few yards back. Resting down against a tree. Granted he could hear what's going on. But he was still keeping an eye on what could be trouble.