The group followed the troll into the barracks, Coal barely able to contain her excitement at seeing her favourite walking corpse again. Gha'dwin may have shared the news of current events with the others, if he so chose to. Inside they headed to the upper floor and into the main training hall. Seems like this was another orc who liked to greet his visitors in such a place.
What greeted them this time was not a mean, grizzled sergeant berating his troops and whipping them into shape. Instead they were rocked by roaring laughter, though not directed at them. A number of orcs and trolls, just shy of a dozen, were gathered around what would be an unremarkable looking orc, if not for his attire. Rather than conventional armour or clothing he wore a long, sleeveless white jacket, open at the front and bare chest exposed. Upon his head was the skin of a wolf
, which Gha'dwin would recognise as one of the usual decorations orc shamans adorned themselves with. Judging from his mannerisms, though, this was no such orc.
">And then she went running, right off into the shadows! And after all her bravado, too!<" he boasted in orcish, the others around him grinning and laughing at his words.
">Boss. Dem's here.<" the large troll grunted in poor orcish. Wolf-Head looked up in response, casting his gaze over the four of them.
">Grom's blood, you are an odd bunch, aren't you? How many of them speak orcish?< he asked, directing the question at the large troll who, in response, simply shrugged.
"Well, best stick with common then. >Back to work, boys. I'll show you the sword later.<"
The group listening to Wolf-Head nodded sharply and headed out of the room. The group got a few odd glances, though Gha was spared such looks.
"Well, welcome to the Vale. I'm guessing Taal here gave you the lowdown on what's up, if you hadn't learnt of it already. So, first off, any ideas about how to sort this out? Off the top of your heads, c'mon."