"Necromancy?" Even if magic was only recently a thing, Goro knew what Necromancy was. The sort of dark arts that brought the dead back to life, creating undead warriors or haunting spirits. There used to be a tribe called the Dark Tribe that practiced necromancy, and it was said that their warriors would never die, and those slain by them simply joins their ranks. Of course this was a very old tribe, and mostly used to scare children, but Goro always believed that these tales had some origin of truth in them. And considering magic was certainly on the table now, who's to say magic wasn't something that once existed in the past? All in all it made Goro feel even more unease about this woman, but he tried not to show it. He couldn't let himself, a proud orcish warrior, look scared of bedtime tales.
Next order of business was upgrading their equipment. Since it seems like everyone, Goro included, had very little to work with, Winter was going to supply them via royal coffers. Goro almost wanted to protest at the idea of taking equipment straight for a royal armory but once more held his tongue. He did complain about not having much to use, how indignant would he be to now complain about having too much to choose from? "Ah. Thank ya kindly, Lady Winter." Goro would stand up and follow her out of her home and towards a grand castle. Goro couldn't believe he had missed it entirely; he supposed that with such a giant tower behind it, it was hard to notice it. Goro didn't feel too comfortable here though; while this place looked very nice it reminded him all too much of the Storm Eye family fortress back at Ulayh. It was also big, grand, and beautiful, and built on the blood, sweat, and corpses of slaves and it's own people. Goro's father had to break rock alongside chain gangs to supply stone for the castle. "I wonder what the price for making this place was."
Once inside Winter was almost immediately greeted by a fancily dressed man. Turns out he was the king. He was much more flamboyant that Goro had expected, but then again the only king he knows was the all-too-serious warrior chief of Ulayh. The king and winter bantered a bit before she asked them to greet the king, so Goro did the usual greeting back at home; he extended a fist out towards the king, expecting him to do the same and tap his fist back to him. "Greetin' king ser. As da Lady Winter said, I am Goro from da lands of Ulayh, son of Yirma." In Ulayh, a formal greeting was an exchange of fists (This used to be literal, as in a brawl, but nowadays fist bumps are used) followed by the orc's tribe or homeland, and then the name of their parent. Usually it was the father, but if their father wasn't known or dead, it was their mother. If neither are known than an orc could simply forgo it, though the implications would speak for itself.
Goro didn't feel particularly comfortable making Winter bargain on their behalf, especially how she had to offer her company to this king. It really irked Goro, as he's seen this sort of nonsense back at home. He was half tempted to strike the king dead here and now, but all he could do was hide a clenched fist. Goro's time will come, one day. Instead he focused on equipment they'll need. Clearing his throat Goro made his request. "I'll need a sturdy club or mace. Somethin tough but light enuff fer an orc ta use wif one hand." Goro showed his missing hand as a silent explanation for why he couldn't use a two-handed warclub. "An two set ol daggers. One is gunna need ta be a fightin knife, a stabbin kind. Long spike, solid grip. Cuttin edge is fine but da important thing is dat it's stabby. Da other knife needs ta be shorter but more robust blade fer utility purposes. Choppin wood, skinnin beasts, guttin fish, all dat stuff." Goro thought about what else he'd need. If he had two hands he'd ask for a bow, but obviously this wouldn't work. So he needed something else instead. "An javelins. Or harpoons if ya got em. If ya smiths know bout em, I'd like a spear-sling wrapped round em too. Dey leather strips dat'll help me thrown em farther an harder den I could by hand."
Next was armor. In Uylah traditional armor was made of laminated wood, layers of tanned hides, or more rarely, metal chains. However recently their warriors are donned in plate armor, either full plate or in a coat. Goro might've never worn that kind of armor before but he knew what would work best for him. "Need somethin... Medium, I suppose. Metal breastplate that'll protect me chest, an a helmet dat can withstand a beatin. I could go fer some new boots too if ya got any, but I need ta travel light so let's not go too crazy. Also," Goro raised his hook hand up for the king to see. "A small shield dat can be strapped to da arm. Don't want it ta get in da way of da claw howeva. I still need dat fer fightin."
That was it for weapons and armor, he figured. There was other supplies he could use too, though not all of them would likely come from a smith. "If possible I'd like sum supplies fer survival too, of course. Leather tent ta keep out cold and water. I'd also need a large waterproof sack ta carry coal in fer campfires. No amount ol arms or armor can protect ya from a cold death. Rope will also be important. I need fine silk rope, as well as thicker hemp rope. Fifty feet each outta do it. I'll take em either as a single cord or five bits ten feet long." That reminded Goro that he should actually get some torches. Not only for nighttime illumination but also as a source of flame should they really need it. "If ya got flint an steel fer sparks, I'll take em. I'll also need torches. In fact, if ya could make me a torch dat I can beat someone ta death wif, dat'll be even better. But I'll still need other torches."
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