Damp and in the middle of the open field near the border of the land of Neverwinter.
The human troops numbering thirty people were the first to arrive and the workers that came with them immediately set up a simple open tent, a table and two different sized chairs positioned across each other.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
A couple of moments later, the Orcs riding on their wolves finally appeared on the horizon. The two meter tall wolves ran unhindered through the knee deep snow before running past the edge of the snow covered area, creating a muffled rumbling on the ground.
The ash skinned Orcs arrived before the human troops with mud mixed with snow splashing behind them..
"I am General Marson of the Zekkan Kingdom! Welcome friends! Come, let's talk!" A cunning looking middle aged man welcomed the Orcs with open arms and a big smile on his face while inviting them inside the tent.
"I..am..Dragoth Ashkin..of the Ashkin Tribe! Greetings, humans!"
