Skrag very nearly breathed a sigh of relief, the armed guardians of the city seemed to believe their cleverly laid out ruse to enter the city. Something that made his otherwise horrible journey, evident in the numerous cuts that had been inflicted upon him but the large reptilian creatures that he couldn't name, somewhat brighter. He would most certainly have to thank the Kobold upon their eventual entrance into the city, provided he stuck around long enough to actually be thanked.<br/><br/>In the meanwhile, Skrag inspected the lead guard, trying to discern some information about him. He noted that the man seemed to be of around middle age, maybe in his fourties, bearing a weathered face and slightly sunken eyes, but he seemed to be in good physical health. Perhaps not on par with an Ogre when it came to outright physical prowess, but otherwise he seemed to be in grand health. As for the Kobold, Skrag couldn’t really discern all too much about him from appearance, for he had never met many of the tiny creatures in his travels, all he could tell, was that the creature was, well, small. But apparently a creature most advanced in the arts of deception.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Perhaps the latter option would be better. You delivering the information to the, customs office that is.”</span>Skrag answered to the lead guardsman upon horseback, trying to sound as neutral as he could manage. Being threatening wasn’t exactly going to fair him well, when confronted with dozens of guardsmen, and he didn’t actually know where this customs office was to be located.<span style="color: #FF0000">“It may also be better for my employer to tell of his plans here; I am sure that he capable of wording them far better than myself. For I am here only to guard him.” </span>He added. For an Ogre, Skrag could be described as intelligent, mayhaps not to the level of learned city scholar, but as much as an Ogre could be versed in knowledge without living in a city, he could tell when it would be advantageous to let someone else do the talking for himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“As for names, my own name is Skrag. Before you ask, I bear neither titles nor other names. I was born in the series of mountains not far from here, into a tribe as you may guess.”</span>He gestured in the direct of the fairly nearby mountains.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “Materials, I bear my weapons, made from steel, some assorted supplies, and the scaled hides and teeth of some large lizards whose names escape me. I bear no magical items however.”</span>Skrag said to the guardsman, answering his questions in as effective manner as possible.<br/><br/>He had always loathed humans and their damn lists, the questions were not the problem, it was the mistrust that they often placed upon creatures like himself…and any other creature that had wronged them at some point in the far past.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “And so you know, I am not one of the baser Ogres that would rather murder someone such as yourself, than actually speak with them…” </span>He muttered to the guard in an irritated manner.