As the sun sets, the camp enters a predictable routine of war camps that Rodric is familiar with. Fires are lit, and soon the scent of cooking food permeates the area, mingled with the smell of human waste and a large number of unwashed bodies in close proximity. The nearby swamps add to the heady aroma.
As you move from tent to tent, and fire to fire, you become the subject of hard stares. You are clearly not welcome among Malahaut's forces. Then you reach a sentry post, and are challenged. The man standing before you wears roman armour, and carries a long spear and sword - not a common soldier.
"Who goes there!"
You identify yourselves. The sentry then says, "You had best stay close to your tent. Our sentries cannot be held responsible should a stranger wandering the camp at night be mistaken for a spy and attacked. You would not wish to appear as spies, would you?" To underline the point, his hand comes to rest on the pommel of his sword. Other men come from the shadows to back up their fellow. There is no overt threat in his voice, but he is obviously prepared to use force if necessary.
"Under the laws of hospitality, you have the Praetor's protection as his guest. My humble advice is to not provide the Praetor any reason to reconsider his hospitality."
