Jack shook his head at the antics of his "colleagues." First, the little gnome calling for his group to join him... as if Jack would follow a malformed midget. He had been instructed to go to the front of the gate; he little cared to group up and walk out together.

Hearing the disjointed speech of the gnome official, Jack quickly walked over to his wagon, and vaulted into the forward seat, over to one side. He did not wish to drive the wagon, but neither would he walk. If someone else got up to drive that would be wonderful... except for the damn gnome. Jack wondered why anyone would do something so stupid as to turn everyone in their group against them in the first few seconds.

Jack made himself comfortable, waiting for the rest of his group to show up. It wouldn't be long... and he was anxious to see what sort of mix they had. He was a fast fighter, the gnome seemed to be some sort of useless caster... they had an ork, who would likely be some sort of brawler... The rest were unknowns.