Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1536954-20180414204120/@comment-7974155-20180415002220

Kelek was knelt down next to his hound, eyes shifting over the breachers and the diplomats while giving his hound a piece of dried meat from his rations in an attempt to calm it down. They had both sensed something coming, though the breacher team did take them by surprise.

"This one thinks that this is a bad trade. What use does so much currency have here, bad for trade. This one wants equipment, armour, clothes."

His equipment was nothing near lavish as his companions, straps wrapped around his chest and legs, strange modified boots for his feet, an iconic shaper's cap and an old, ragged maroon cloak hanging off his shoulders. His equipwent was on the ground next to him, his rifle and his knives, with all his other supplies in the bags hanging off his hound.

"Make us do something so dangerous for so little a loss from you. You make more of your Por'hesa every day, I will not be so quick to take something worth so little like my companions."