"If you could indulge us for a moment more... Have you seen any groups using weapons in a similar style to ours in your territory? They've only recently have become more than a nuisance. You don't have to answer, but anything at all could be of help."
Gorath was a minor warlord when you left Gorathal, although he was a son of the chieftain. You gather that he has risen to prominence since you left. He was known for his brutality and hatred of outsiders, and his son was not much better. He was a capable warrior, defeating several other warlords before you left, although Gorathi was too young at the time for you to judge his skill.
All: "Ha. I know the men that you speak of. I won't be betraying them to your kind."
”You tell me I don’t have to answer, and proceed to pressure me and become upset when I don’t. Is it always this way with you outsiders? Honeyed lies and sweet nothings? I will no longer tolerate your presence. Leave.”
"Furthermore, your responses just now - as limited as they are - have informed us quite a bit. You do have some small degree of familiarity with the group in question and they do consist, at least in part, of traitorous defectors."
Gig: Yes, you would be older than Gorathi. When you step forward, however, he seems to completely ignore you. You remember that, due to your status as an outcast, a son of a chieftain (or indeed, most tribe members) would tend to have this habit.
All: Gorathi smiles at your points. "But you knew that already, didn't you. You wouldn't be asking, otherwise. And as for you, machine, I don't remember giving you an option. You may have me outnumbered now, but my father still owns these plains. Continue forward if you wish. It would be a fatal mistake. But alive or dead, you will be leaving." With that, he turns and begins walking away, his two companions backing away, ready to intercept any strikes.
As they are walking away Slasher turns to the others "Shall we eliminate them now? Gorathi is not as strong as some of us." He says this while hefting his longsword up getting ready to attack if agreed
Gig grunts, "I was born in the Gorathal tribe. This territory is where I grew up. I remember when Gorathi was born, the tribe celebrated the birth of Gorath's firstborn son." He pauses, "If Gorathi is as much as a warrior as his father was, we're in for a challenge."