Hazar smirked as he noticed his new recruits were working with conviction, none of them seemed to bat an eye when he walked through there training, or even hen he joined them. When they came to the sparring Hazar returned to his large stone cylinder he called home.The cold of winter seemed bitter but to oddly add a skip to everyone step. The stronghold and cities of alftheim were well equipped for the winter and they seemed to be resistant to the frost. As Hazar took a bite of a blackened meat covered in spices and salt a young man dress a large fur coat, a leather cap and strange hide leggings a smile let up the oligarchic king's face.

"ahhh, you must be from the group I sent to map a route to the yamoto, come, sit down have a drink" he cheered as the man did so.
"sir, with all do respect, why do you want to meet these people? the land there is hotter than a hot spring and there rules are odd" responded the ship's crew member
"this may be true, but remember they are powerful, and in this world you can't stay powerful without powerful friends" hazar muttered after swallowing his meal "but I am better than to just ignore a fellow member of my community, I feel that perhaps by uplifting these garbs of ours, perhaps we won't be as warm, and do not worry, for my own sake, I don't believe in forcing such rules against my people, then I would be as much a tyrant as the last" 

Still the thought of turning into such a man made hazar stay up late at night pondering if he was a good man.