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Ngak was not angry or distrusting he could imagine what had happened and he would have done the same and then again Duluk seemed a able warrior and he had a grudge against the king. "Your axe is welcome just as you as a person I believe you to be innocent. I'm Ngak the deep thinker leader of this mercenary group that was just refused payment by the maggot that calls himself king so we support your perspective the racist king should bade in his own blood for the sins that are his live." Ngak smiled friendly and looked to the two scouts "Go and tell the kook that we will need much alcohol this night we will have a feast to make our new member feel at home." The two walked away obviously pleased and Ngak said to Duluk "You may sleep in my tent if you don't have anywhere to sleep until we can buy you one, I like sleeping under the stars but I take you would like to know the camp a bit more." Ngak walked to the center and gave a quick guide "That's were you can eat, there's our blacksmith Odick he's good with a hammer but not the smartest of the camp. The higher tent is the hospital were Alick Odicks sister takes care of our wounded but for the moment Frederick. The storage are next's to my tent and this is my little home." Ngak walked in the larger tent with a chair in the middle but only to walk into a much smaller tent that had only a hammock to serve as bed a cabinet filled with armor, weaponry and some thick cloths and a desk filled with some paper and parchment that contained the income and expenses. Ngak looked down on the human leaders living in luxury seeing them as weaklings and so he had made sure he didn't live better than his companions. "It's not very good but then the more you spoil yourself the weaker you get don't you think?"