He has so many questions but this man's god is clearly his private business- no, some of them are relevant.  "Other forts as we go, they are... also still up, still patrolling?  War in Cheliax is not war here?"

"Other forts are still up and patrolling, though at reduced rations and spotty timings. When Asmodeus dropped His people there was a bit of a scramble to turn wizards into Nethysians and pursers into Abadarans and soldiers into Gorumites, and to encourage adventuring clerics to stay, with limited success but enough that in conjunction with the Wound closing no forts have fallen outright. I believe I'm the only Chelish person to be collected by Iomedae. The war in Cheliax affected the Wound substantially, but only indirectly."

"That... works?"  He extremely does not have the Taldane for this, adventurer bars are not heavy on theoretical theology and he's feeling the lack right now.  "...we should fetch more camel before we go?  Not worth it to you but if next fort is more hungry, maybe worth it to them?"

"I can't spare men to accompany you but you can make the excursion for the rest of the camel if you choose."

He nods again.  "We will talk this.  I have no more questions, thank you."

The commander hands them over to Caldentey, who shows them to guest quarters and where the schedule is posted.

Tariq and Khalid are where he left them, glad to see he's unmurdered, and they can all read Taldane numbers no matter how thick their accents are, and then they can go do No Things for a bit until whatever they're next needed for on the schedule.

...Khalid has four Endure Elements that they're not going to need today if they're staying indoors, is there a patrol going out that could use them?

Always. They can save wand charges that way. These patrollers please and thank you.

Then Khalid can go do that while the other two- okay, they can have yet another brief muttered argument in Osiriani, and then Khalid having apparently won it can go cast Endures and meet the other two back at the guest quarters.

Any of these patrollers especially perceptive?  Or Caldentey for that matter?

Not strikingly so, nah.

Then it's down to their base rate expectations and the whims of fate whether they notice anything odd about the slight foreign wizard (and perhaps how much they know about Osirion).

Endure Elements.  Endure Elements.  Endure Elements.  Stumble and recover.  Endure Elements. 

And out goes the protected patrol.

And up to the guest quarters goes a tired wizard to FLOP.

If the adventurers hide in their guest room (they're all in the same one, so they can warm it up for each other) they will remain largely undisturbed, but if they come out - for water, or dinner, or a fire, or company - they will get attention from this guy! "Hello - which of you is the party wizard?"

"It is I," in an even thicker accent than the other two (one of whom is snoring loudly behind the door).  Said wizard is also shivering violently, a blanket wrapped tight around thin shoulders, having apparently learned the hard way why you Prestidigitate yourself all the way dry before Endure Elements wears off.  "I, um, I seek the k-kitchen?  Or any other fire which is at h-hand."

"This way. I'm First Arcane Grec, and you're..."

"Khalid," through chattering teeth.  "F-first Arcane, this is a title of wizardry, is it not?  Or solely of c-command?"

"It means I'm in charge of wizardry for this fort. I wanted to ask if you wanted to trade spells, we don't get a whole lot of foreigners this far north."

"Oh yes!"  Some things can usually be relied on, however differently they manifest, and a young wizard's hunger for new knowledge is one of them.  "I have but little ink remaining- attend a m-moment-"  Cold briefly forgotten, the youth dashes back to the guest room and returns with the satchel slung awkwardly over the blanket.

Grec attends a moment patiently enough. He's got his spellbook already.

Khalid catches the door just before it slams and eases it closed a bit more quietly.  "There.  Which w-way?"  Another bout of shivers.  "And may we t-trade nearer the fire?"

"This way. Did Caldentey not get you three proper coats?"

"Oh."  Somewhat sheepish wizard.  "He may have done so, I confess I did not think to look when I returned, nor I did not wish when I woke to make too great a light and wake the others."

"You, check with Caldentey if he got the adventurers coats, and if he didn't see that it's corrected," Grec tells a passing soldier, who salutes and runs off.

Sheepish wizard is even more sheepish!