While many guardsmen were busy dealing with hangovers and quietly complaining about the cold, the remains of the Warband from Helhiem seemed to be in surprisingly good condition; Sure their 'at attention' stance looked like it had been explained to them five minutes ago (Which it was) but their leather armor was clean and freshly painted black and white, their weapons were polished and in good condition and they seemed to be in rather high moral compared to those around them that had born witness to the horrors of war. Truth be told they were thrilled to be here. 

Sure these 'parades' were a thing, but it was a small price to pay for the opportunities for honor and glory that serving alongside their human counterparts in slaying the Emperor's foes would bring. Before long, the 'parade' ended and everyone was allowed to go and do their own thing. 

With nothing to do for the time being, Khaz decided to go and have a look around... and approched a small gathering that consisted of a familar face; The strange human woman from the night before. Taking a moment to look over all those present, he offered a respectful nod as he greeted them with a simply "[color=f26522]Hello.[/color]"

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