Once outside, Ayden was absolutely amazed at the organization of the camp. Everything was coming from a different direction, and it assaulted his hypersensitive senses. Tents dotted the landscape, looking like a multicolor, patchwork quilt. He could only envision what something so bewildering would look like from the sky. There were at least three dozen tents, all organized it was appeared to be sectors. Ayden could hear the banging of blacksmiths hammers, the chanting of alchemists enchanting their bobbles, the smell of potions brewing, both helpful and harmful. Blood scents mingled in the air; mortal, werewolf, werebear, vampire, warlock, and wizards. Though he was unable to pinpoint one in particular, like his companion could, he was overwhelmed and taken aback. Never in his twelve years of working for the Council had he seen so many different species working together towards a common goal. "I didn't realize the Rogues were so," Ayden paused, choosing his words wisely, "well organized."
Nikodemus let out a hearty, amused laugh. "I don't think many people would call us well organized, Ayden!" He exclaimed, pushing him playfully. "We're organized chaos, at best. Come, I'll introduce you to everyone," he smiled, leading Ayden towards the center of the compound. "Lennox will have to take over here, brother! I've business to attend to," and with a smile and a salute, Nik took off in the opposite direction. Lennox stood next to Ayden, his large, paw like hand on the vampires shoulder. "Come, I will introduce you around, and show you why we are here."