Harbolcknaz had been traveling for a coupe of weeks when he had first head the rumors about heroes coming to the Mainland to help fight of the Demons. After figuring out the town they would supposedly arrive at, he decided to head there, and see if the rumors were true. He had been staying at the towns best inn and tavern, not that that was really saying much given the state it was in, for a week now. And just when he started thinking the rumors were just rumors a Guardsman ran into the tavern. "The heroes are finally here!"

While he was curious about these men and women risking their lives for what wasn't even their country he decided to wait until things had quieted down before contacting them, so while some of the townsfolk rushed to the harbor he just kept drinking his ale. Luckily for him cause after a while someone claiming to be the third hero, who had lost a lot of his friends to what Harbolcknaz assumed to be a group of mercenaries.

 "After revenge huh? I know what that's like." The orc said as he sat down next to the new arrival, after scaring of a random villager who had already claimed that spot. Since he wanted to get in this man's good graces, he signaled the bartender for two ales. "Anyway does your groups need some extra hands? I have some business with the demons myself." As he said that he subconsciously placed one of his hand on the handle of his war-hammer, as he thought back to the cowardly sneak attack on his tribe.Sure he and most of the other warriors survived, but the women and children, including his own family, were a different story.