Drake was impressed by the armor his employer wore. A Dark legionare he was and memories of his father flooded back to him. His father was once a honored captain in the Dark Legion but died a few years ago by some unknown cause. Drake himself was once going to join them but had thoughts against it when he joined the Red Hand then was turned on by them.<br/><br/>He went through his pack making sure everything was according to his liking. He paused looking at the other warriors that he would join, but was sson bored and got to sharpening his sword, even helping out the other human soldier that was only dulling his own sword; then went back to his own gear.<br/><br/>Drake looked up at the sky seeing the sun at it's highest point. He turned toward War'nak  "Ready to go?" he asked him.