Gramdal casually places his hand on the hilt of his sword. He isn't gripping it or drawing it, but just resting his hand there. "On yer way now, lad. We ain't got nothin' tae discuss"
" Well well, I'd take yer hand off the sword, unless ye plan to use it of course, me name is Fen'r Stonebeard." Expressionless "Being stuck in this bloody line, ones eyes tend to wander. Not a lot of stout folk about"
"What about you two? Arutha eh? You look like you know what the insides of goblin look like. But I'm not so sure about you Norvalor. You ever split the skull of an orc?"
Eyes Gramdal, Fen'r turns to follow John "never thought I'd see the day." Chuckle " turn me back on a dwarf to follow a human." Turns to clap John on the shoulder, but hesitates remembering what happened last time.
(John walking back in line and looking at everyone else who has introduced themselves) "so....anyone here know why this Omaha fella is trying to get his hands on a bunch of mercs?" "I mean i don't mind the job, just wondering what we're in for, if he needs so many hands"
Norvalor turns to Cath "i've been a soldier for the pass 3 years i have killed a fair share of beast, Golbins, and orcs." He turns toward the gate. " i think that something is going on this line shouldn't be this long."
"I'll check" Fen'r turns towards the hooded figure to yell " Hey you in the hood, ya you." Starts to walk closer.
"careful Fen'r something tells me this guy is more than meets the eye"
Gramdal casually places his hand on the hilt of his sword. He isn't gripping it or drawing it, but just resting his hand there. "On yer way now, lad. We ain't got nothin' tae discuss"
"Aren't we all" continues on looking over his shoulder to John " always give bearded folk the benefit of the doubt."
"for someone who aint got nothing to discuss, you sure are in hurry" "let me guess you some sort a scout, sneaking type?"
" Well well, I'd take yer hand off the sword, unless ye plan to use it of course, me name is Fen'r Stonebeard." Expressionless "Being stuck in this bloody line, ones eyes tend to wander. Not a lot of stout folk about"
Cath looks over at Arutha and Norvalor.
"What about you two? Arutha eh? You look like you know what the insides of goblin look like. But I'm not so sure about you Norvalor. You ever split the skull of an orc?"
"come on Fen'r seems like this guy wants to be left alone for alittle while, lets go back"
Eyes Gramdal, Fen'r turns to follow John "never thought I'd see the day." Chuckle " turn me back on a dwarf to follow a human." Turns to clap John on the shoulder, but hesitates remembering what happened last time.
Gramdal remains silent during the small altercation. He relaxes when the others finally turn back from him. He keeps his hand on the hilt though.
(chuckling at loud) "ya know what Fen'r you're alright....tell ya what how bout i join you stout fellows for a drink, aint had one in a fortnight"
"Ey, you'll be more then welcome" :)
(John walking back in line and looking at everyone else who has introduced themselves) "so....anyone here know why this Omaha fella is trying to get his hands on a bunch of mercs?" "I mean i don't mind the job, just wondering what we're in for, if he needs so many hands"
Norvalor turns to Cath "i've been a soldier for the pass 3 years i have killed a fair share of beast, Golbins, and orcs." He turns toward the gate. " i think that something is going on this line shouldn't be this long."
(john eavesdropping) "well its nice to meet another fellow soldier!" (renders proper salute)
*Fen'r belches loudly*
"what in tarnations was that for?"
"Indigestion, carry on"
(turning around towards the gate) "finally looks like the line is moving a little"
*returns salut to john*