Hazar looked up at the large man as if it were very common, which it was when he was younger but he had grown use to it instead he smiled. He never expected a full portrait of what the warriors of this kingdom would look like, it was very impressive, a normal man would shit there britches if they they saw them storming, but not the ones to had to prove there worth by killing a bear in the wilderness and come back with it's corpse, much like his did. No instead of seeming fearful he smiled and looked up at the man with his deep set eyes which easily contrasted his face.

"ahh you must be the one they call king brute, sorry if that offends you, I didn't mean a thing by it, it just fits your stature well, thought I take it you must be quick on your feet as well. Any who my name is Hazar dibuja and I am from a land far north of here and we have pondered if you would be willing to aline yourselves with our kind, we may be generally small and wire framed, especially compared to your people but we make decent fighters and will greatly lower our trade prices with you"