The human warrior hefted his big maul adjusting the weight as he balanced it upon his broaden shoulder.
" I can't wait til we get paid, all this walking makes a man thirsty for good home pleasures."
He glanced back at the others, thinking what a bunch of lookers we must be , people think we are some sort of traveling carnival.
The Tortle was an interesting creature, the Tiefling, I've seen their kind before, but never in a good way, and a Warlock as well, two spell casters, I hate magic, but at least there was the Hal elf, someone he could speak his native tongue to and feel at home again.
These thoughts cleared from Angus mind as bird flew over and squakwed.
"The name's, Ironheart, and when things need smashing, I smash."
He continued walking along side of the wagon, turning his gaze upon the half elf , "Well met friend "he said in the native elven tongue.
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