For a moment longer the man kept swigging from his waterskin, taking thirsty gulps that bobbed his throat. He didn’t keep Akilia waiting too long though, and after a short tick wiped his mouth and looked over. “I think you mean a Lia, miss,” he corrected. “A Lia is the leader of one of our pods, though there are many here for this gathering. They’re scattered around, each with their own pod, though they have a large tent near the center of the campground where they draw up battle plans.”
One of the man’s meaty arms gestured over towards the thicker clusters of tents, where people bustled about carrying all sorts of necessities for the camp from training weapons to food to medical supplies. “It’s over there somewhere, I forget exactly where. Our pod’s Lia is over there right now, drawing up plans with Lia Deepseeker and the others. Someone else will be able to direct you better than I probably, you’ll find people willing to help easily enough though.”
With that, he went back to swigging his water, leaving Akilia and Ginger to find their way from his vague instructions. As the Kelvic moved deeper into the campground, she would find an increased amount of activity. Towards the edges there was a good deal of Svefra sitting around and talking actively, laughing and playing easily. In here, closer to the heart of the commotion, people were far more occupied.
In addition to the people carrying about their supplies, there were warriors who were in the thick of training with each other, men and women teaching their brethren how to better use a cutlass or fire an arrow. There were also more casual sparring matches, with flashes of steel ringing against each other for the more experienced and thwacks of wood for the less so. Such fighting was out of the way though, so as to not endanger the people hurrying through.
In other places, instead of sparring spots there were fireplaces, with spits rotating over the billowing flames. Fish from the Suvan were beginning to char nicely, and there was even some meat from the woods nearby that was beginning to smell good. The cooks seemed as busy as anybody, perhaps more so as they ran around their fires, so few of them relative to the amount of food being prepared. Every now and again a passing Svefra would just take one of the fish, helping themselves to some sustenance as they went about their tasks, and other times they’d take a few to bring to some kinfolk somewhere else in the camp.
After a bit of searching and maybe some direction-asking, Akilia would find herself at a large tent that seemed central to the entire campground. It was slightly larger than any other kind and circular as opposed to the standard rectangular shape. No one stood guarding the entrance, though no one went either. Chances were everyone was busy with their own things to do.