S'lye nodded. The three of them were the only one's whose opinions mattered at that moment. There was no point in asking the rest of the group, they were simply along for the mission to take orders. The chimerarider took a moment to think through their options, weighing the benefits and the detriments to both. Finally, he nodded, agreeing with his partners for the mission. "I agree. I trust Rasenth's sensing ability and if he says there's an all clear, and both of you also agree with that... then let us land at the camp."
Vaerisyth gave a mental nod, opening his band of communication to include all of their group. He took the commands from S'lye and voiced them knowing that Sid'nis and Syra wouldn't have been privy to the silent thoughts of his rider's wishes, Everyone, we will be landing at the camp you can see in the distance. Please make sure to space yourselves in a circle to surround the camp and act as a perimeter against anyone getting in without our knowledge.
Having given the orders and having none else to give until they landed, S'lye allowed the chimera to voice his permission to cut the flight directly and between to the camp. Vaerisyth slipped between, Rasenth following quickly and the pair blinked back into the formation above the camp, landing behind the largest of the makeshift huts and crouching to allow S'lye to slide off his back. Obeying the buddy system, the man made no further movement toward the camp, leaving the dragonlengths to walk in on foot with Sid'nis.
"Rasenth confirms his previous statement. There's no one here right now." Syra didn't share her own sensation of there being no emotions besides her own and his... there was only a select few who knew that secret and S'lye was not one of them.
K'ren landed as well, his green Atsaith taking the space a ways off from Rasenth to continue the encircling border the dragons were creating. "Want to buddy up, Sy?" he called. S'lye watched her nod and nodded to himself, looking for Sid.
"You and I, Syra and K'ren will go in first." he began, noting the rest of their group had landed and converged on him. "Rasenth confirms there is no one about, but surround the camp and go in waves. We need to check for any lingers monster felines or dangers. We have no idea what animals could be there, as Rasenth cannot sense creatures -- just humans. Some of you who are less savvy with weapons might wish to stay back and unload."
S'lye didn't waste any time, always efficient. He nodded to his group of four and led them forward. Releasing his short sword he made his way toward the camp and emerged around the side of the largest hut, taking his first step to look around him.
As far as the eye could see in the camp were cages of animals. Furred, scaled, feathered... and they all looked listless and unfed. When had they been abandoned?! His hand slacked on the sword, "This is... this isn't what I expected." he said aloud, his voice shocked. S'lye looked around him, moving to the largest hut again and poking his head inside. The sheer size of the thing had made him think that a monster feline had lived there but the moment he looked inside, he knew he was wrong.
Perhaps the bandits with their felines had lived here once... but no more. Not with a massive feline hide on the wall of the hut, tacked up like some sort of prize. No... the bandits wouldn't have done that to their bonded feline. S'lye turned to Sid, "I think this is a fur trader camp that was abandoned. Not a monster feline camp... at least, not anymore."
Syra tapped him on the shoulder then, "Except for that fur, the other small huts are much the same. There are some marks, some hides, abandoned food, and minor supplies that appear to have been left as though they were going to return. Eleven huts in all... if the four of us share this huge one, the others can make their own camps inside the others."
The plan sounded logical... it sounded like Syra knew he wasn't just going to let the animals starve here and none of his group would expect a pet Healer like him to leave them to the wilds without recuperating first either. S'lye nodded, "Sid, would you mind passing the word to bring camp here? I have... something to take care of." he said, moving into the hut and unpinning the feline hide from the wall. Killers or not, the feline had been loved and revered much like a dragon was to their rider. It wasn't ride to pin it up like a prize in the way that it was.
He made himself take his time, not wanting to damage the hide which, despite the barbaric method in which it had been taken, was preserved marvelously as though it were going to be sold for a high price. He would show the hide to the Weyrleaders and explain that it had been a trader's camp instead. And after that... he would find something to do with the hide. S'lye folded it carefully, noting the suppleness of it. Someone had very carefully worked it in the manner of a Master.