Nkosi had little to say. It was a fine house with a couple interesting individuals. He wasn’t put off by the orc or fascinated by him. The other female seemed a bit lively while also somewhat taken back by being in the presence of the immortal. Yet somehow he was still rather stoic, her presence although beautiful, didn’t intimidate him. He was very aware of her power and influence but still held true to his beliefs.

When the topic of what they were here to do finally came up, he found himself silent once again. The orc was the first to talk, his accent sounded weird, and he seemed rather loud. Nkosi listened to him while he ate the fruit. It reminded him of the fruit that grew in the tropical valleys of home but the texture was different.

The orc finally stopped talking, something about being a green horn and where they would be going. Nkosi decided to chime in after the orc, [color=f26522]“As long as the request for border walls is upheld and the other smaller agreements from my tribe kept. I’m at your service and at your disposal. If you so wish it”[/color] the ranger kept his stoic look about him rarely showing much more emotion. [color=f26522]“I also wonder if you will be gracious enough to supply us with better traveling gear and weapons for this mission of yours?”[/color] Glancing towards the orc for a moment. [color=f26522]“We are traveling into the unknown dear friend. Hostility is to be expected and accepted as an ugly truth of life on the frontier.”[/color] Nkosi was no stranger to combat, but he had more experience hunting beasts then fighting men.