Brokk grinned at the sight of the Drengi arriving, his nose curling at the smell of Bugman's any Dawi can recognise from miles away. "Greetings Slayer, looking to find your death are ya?" he asked Sketti in Khazalid. When the Priest of Ranald walked in he nodded and thought of the question he made. Switching to a broken Reikspiel he began to reply. "I'm the oldest here I reckon. I outsmarted Forest Grobi, Wutelgi Waywatchers, the ratmen (with a glare to the humans who did not believe in their existence) and Beastmen in their own game of deviousness. Unless anyone here wants otherwise, I think I'll be the leader. Any objections?" he asked. He thought that perhaps the Slayer was older and simply dyed his hair red, but his body did not seem to be as aged as his. 

Upon the speech of the Bretonnian he chuckled. It was an umgi thing to have a conversation without having a name. After all, a conversation like that was not as honest, and manlings were not naturally as honest, no matter how hard they tried. "Aye, gold-lust was my biggest interest." he told the Knight. "But seeing the world is a wonder is it not? I thought that this was the best way to do it, since I would also be getting paid for it. I can eat all the foreign foods and delicacies, I can play chess with rich gits all over, puff the finest pipes, so on and so forth." Blowing out a ring of smoke from his pipe he decided to add: "My name's Brokk. Brokk Ghammarad, Ranger of Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Izor. Who're you all?" he asked, genuinely curious. They were quite the motley crew he had to admit. Even within the same species, the two Dwarfs could not have had a greater difference. 

He decided to give some taps of Hammertongue to the Slayer too, wondering if he knew it, saying "Miner, Engineer or Ranger?" those groups being that only ones that usually knew it.