~[color=00a651]Mo'Rahv VI[/color]~
~[color=007236]The Campsite (Mountain Summit[/color]~

Mo'Rahv's eyes shifted towards the fire for brief moment before perking up to the voice of another person. Mo'Rahv shifted his body as he turned to face this person, a quick scan of his appearance suggested the man was young. Although this man isn't much shorter than Mo'Rahv himself, his face didn't seem as weathered as the others in this audience. At second glance, he started to ponder. He couldn't be that much younger than Mo'Rahv, seeing as the only thing that distinguished Mo'Rahv as experienced is his beard and a few scars. Mo'Rahv watched as a machine came into view from the shadows. 

Mo'Rahv laid his hand on one of his two axes, the metal of the axe clanging against his armor as his hand weighed on the hilt. After a few moments, the machine, that seemed to be in the form of a turtle, stopped just behind the man. He then announced who he was in a respected manner. Mo'Rahv let his mouth form into a discreet smile. Even in such a time as this, there was still people with good intentions.

Mo'Rahv hesitated for a moment, he thought about commending this young man for the reason he decided to join this 'fight'. What better a reason to fight if not for your own people. shortly after, Another man came into view. This one being much harder to read. Draped in a black cloak with a scarf to cover his mouth made it hard to discern who this man was. Before anything could happen he exclaimed he had no ill intentions and was only needing some sleep, something Mo'Rahv could very much relate to.

"Aye! A good rest might do us all some good..." Mo'Rahv said with a decline in volume as he spoke. "Although, it isn't wise to sleep at a time like this...A fight is coming, my sir..."