Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160719182418

"Ah! Finally, Jakin!", the Giant King greeted the Prince once he entered the tent.

Tormund was standing over a table which had the map of Shornhelm and its surroundings.

"How are your men? Eager to finish this once and for all, I suppose?", Tor added, stroking his long, braided beard and smiling wide as if speaking of the incoming battle brought joy to his heart.

Standing near the King of Farrun were a few men who Jakin never had seen before: an incredibly big and inhumanly large redguard who was obviously one of Farrun's fleet Captains, an ugly-looking orsimer, a bosmer who seemed to be somewhat familiar and four bretons, one of them was as pale as fresh snow and had quite a menacing glance and the last one was Farraud, whom Jakin already knew.

"These are mine Generals...or at least the ones who are here and will fight.", Tormund indicated the colourful company behind him, "You know the Captain of the Red Company, Farraud. The old fellow is Lord Lucius Farr, of the Black Wastes. The pale gent is Duke Vladir Draluc of Raven Spring...and the rest of them are not very significant, they are the Captains of my fleet."

As Tormund introduced his men, each of them nodded in greeting, except for the Duke who seemed more like a ivory statue than an actual living being.