To Gara:

"Of course, your personal achievements are your own."

The firbolg nods, as if to say 'of course'. He's getting fidgety around all these people, calling and snuffing flame in his left hand.

"Then let us go, all this standing is making me hungry," Serit says with a belly scratch.

The firbolg grunts agreement, swinging up atop his goat before rummaging in his pack and offering Serit one of the orange berries.

"Seems like we are joining up..." Nasaar says disagreeably. He sighs as he pushes off of the wall and gives a half-hearted attempt to straighten out his tunic and britches. he gives it up as a lost cause though and just nods.

The centurion nods.

"Very well. From now on, you are recruit-rank auxilla in the legion. You can nominate a leader among yourselves if you wish.  As auxilla, your movements can be independent from the legion, but you will only be paid based on what your merit, no salary. And of course, you should remember the creed of the legion. If you betray that creed, you will be dealt with as per martial law.

I can only hope that your bold claim of uniting the legions will be proven in the near furture."

"Who is Creed?"

"A creed, my friend, is a set of beliefs which guide someone's actions. A code of honor." Vrakskan explains to the firbolg.

After that quick explanation, he bows to the centurion. "We won't betray this trust you have put upon us, centurion. We shall find a way." He declares, before rising up and turning back to the party. He was curious if anyone among them was going to nominate themselves as leader of their small group.

"Oh. Already have one of those."

"Goat thinks you should maybe be boss.", he says to Vrakskan.

“”Just to avoid misunderstandings, what are the finer points of the creed?”

"Don't look at me." Nasaar says with a scoff. "I ain't no leader." He goes back to sloutching against the wall.

"I too am curious as to the basis of this creed you mentioned. I would also suggest Gara as leader. They did an excellent job at bringing together a grouping of down on their luck goblins. I, of course, would be their right hand," Serit says as he moves to stand beside Gara.

The centurion staightens up, stands still, and then yells so he can be heard across the whole training ground:

"The Legion creed is!"

Echoing him are the various legionairres who echo his words back to him:

"Perform your duty!"

"Fight with bravery!"

"Never leave brothers-in arms behind!"

"Strive to get revenge on the human gods!"

The firbolg listens.

"Is acceptable."

Serit grimaces at the shouted Creed. The bugbear's expression clearly unhappy with at least parts of the creed.

He shrugs impassively in the end and turns to the group, "Well, there's that. As he said, the outposts are just one step here but he had a point, we will need to decide how to choose one commander between the numerous factions. We should consider simply making contact with everyone and then creating a process for determining dominance."

"Maybe theys need sometin smashed....we could smash it for em."  Gruntor offers helpfully.

"If you want to rest, there is free bunk beds and soldiers' gruel in the barracks. If you want something more refined, pay out of your pocket. The office building over there will issue your plaques thar confirm you are allies of the legion."

“I would suggest, that we get our plaques, have a short rest and try to get a feeling for the people here.” Gara suggests.

(What time is it at the moment?)

"Mhhhm.", the firbolg grunts.

 "Not sleep with bunch of folks, will find own place."

@Gara: it is mid-afternoon.