Berkenfer the Bold downed a pint of the Ogre brew yet again, before tottering slightly and wheeling over. It took two other Thangors to catch him so he wouldn't fall. Another man, Graken Skarsgard, arm wrestled yet another Orc. The beautiful Gerti spoke with a few of the Kashar, regailing them with tales of sea exploits she had witnessed first hand, telling of monstrous beasts that swam within the deep. Arden, the High Thane's heir, simply drank and patted friends on the back, enjoying the night for what it was. A fine feast, the Thangors would remember it as. 
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[b]After the Feast.[/b] 
"They make for fine drinking companions." A soldier said, nodding. A few of the Thangor warriors murmured in agreement. "Aye, and so would the Black Orks that raid us and the Dwarves that supply them" Grimbold piped in, and a few of the warriors gave hoots. This exchanged went back and forth for many minutes. They seemed to think that, as far as appearances go, they seemed like good folk. And their common people seemed honest enough. "But it's their leaders we would need to watch out for." Gerti said. "We have a duty to the Kashar to keep them safe." 
"And so we shall." Arden said, standing up. A Prince in all but name, he placed his hands on his hips and addressed the crowd of his battle brothers. "The Kashar will decide for themselves on if they can trust these Blacklanders. As for us, we will keep an eye on them, but greet them in fellowship. They have shown no aggression, and have shown to be fine people. So we shall treat them as such!" 
"Aye!"

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