Well, I'd love to give you a show, but sadly, in the confines of the camp my magic appears to be dampened. I can't so much as conjure a flame.

[He steps forward to walk alongside the fellow leader. It let him lower his tone enough to keep prying ears from listening in on his next suggestion. Even if there were no enemy forces within the camp, he knew there was always someone willing to sell information for a quick buck.]

Then maybe I propose we should bribe some servants? Maybe even slip a few of your own men among the lower ranks? Even if this Orochi you speak of isn't responsible, they may have information we lack.