“I'd trade stories with a Sadan if it meant free ale, and we all know how hard it is to get one'a those fella's to shut there mouths after they get started” quipped Corraich, receiving a good natured chuckle from Yohn and his crew. 

Arthur seemed like an easy going chief based on first inspections, though Corraich had gotten enough of those wrong in his time he knew not to rely to heavily on them. Still, he had mentioned a training session, which was also good. A well drilled and well trained squad was the first step towards victory, and when the Northman had been a chief he had trained his men until fighting was second nature to them. All in all as good a start as could be hoped for. 

He could see the younger man's face drop at his offer of giving his newest recruit a tour round the camp. Not everyone’s idea of a grand time, leading a rookie around the latrines. Besides, Corraich had been around enough war camps in his time for him to guess were most things would be found, and the Wolves base wasn't overly large. 

“Maybe another time Chief, after all I still need to tell these boys the punchline,” he gestured to Yohns crew, who murmured their agreement.