The Rebel Camp

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The fortress itself isn't a bad choice of places where you could hide out. It is obviously hidden. There is water that isn't easily taken away from them. Who ever built this place was thinking - it is relatively easily defended and is generally hard to find. Some dictator of whatever nation this once was much have had it built.

Once there were paintings and priceless objets d'art here. Now there is a mishmash of modern state of the art technology, along with obviously hand woven rugs and curtains. The other halmark of this place is that almost everything here looks as though it is easily packed and portable. As if these people have had to pick up and run at a moments notice.

There are people here and they obviously look to the woman in grey as a leader of a sort, some of them relaxing some as she shows up and some of them tensing as she shows up, depending on the person. Silver leads this entire party into a main room of sorts, a table here looking as though it has seen better days but it is entirely servicable still.

"So." Silver looks generally upset but it doesn't seem as if that is anything out of the ordinary for her. Corssing her arms over her chest, she looks at the group of assembled new people and her lips flatten further. "You're obviously not from around here. Someone competant give me a quick synopsis of what the hell you're doing here and why you're trying to get all of us killed."