Shearer

They moved aside, and one pointed to my left. I acknowledged with a nod and began walking, the camp to my right, a babbling stream to my left. The scene was almost idyllic in that direction. To the other side, there was little activity; a few individuals sat outside tents on makeshift stools, paying me no mind. Wagons were gathered at the far end, and I saw people unloading boxes into large, tent-like pavilions. Laughter occasionally reached my ears, and the scent of wood smoke and fresh bread filled the air.

"There it is, Boss. Green banner, black drum."

"Where? Ah, I see it now. I was thinking of a large battle artifact of drgaons, not an actual drum."  I felt stupid thinking dragons might have different drums.

I made my way to the flag, scanning the area.