War'nak frowned but nodded in greeting to Drake.<br/><br/>"Youre here early, though it matters little. As i said, some of them arent soldiers......but we still need the numbers regardless. The barbarian over behind me is reliable, and is one of the few in this world i trust and count as a friend. An elven ranger will join us when we prepare to leave. The other two are just human fighters, though their scars and professional attitudes speak for themselves." War'nak went back to checking his pack. His cloak slipped so he just removed it, revealing his unique and feared armor. The silver black armor shined, yet was not so shined as to be attractive. It had a few scars where the plates had seen battle and done what they had been made to do.<br/><br/>Several of the others had stopped and the whisper of "Death Stalker" had passed around quickly. It was well known that few ever earned the armor he now wore. Many tried, and most died before completing the trials of the Dark Legion. The Dark Legion was the most feared mercenary guild in all the kingdoms. The only ones that didnt fear them were the dead, the foolish, and their fellow legionnaires.<br/><br/>War'nak sighed and replaced the cloak as he noticed the stares.