With a grunt, the Wrobrune pulled his chrome hammer by the handle from the green grass of his camp. Using his one beefy arm, he pulled it around and hoisted it onto his back. The head of his hammer weighed more than most humans could carry, was bigger than the head of a human on either side, but was the perfect weight for him. He looked about as other Wrobrune gathered their things, towing things by horse and cart in preparation for what was to come. There were even some humans pitching in with the heavy lifting, dragging pieces of equipment all around the place.<br/><br/><br/>The big game hunters were to attend them on this expedition beyond the wall, their supervisor was attending them also. While ursoc knew little about the wraiths, he knew they weren’t to be trifled with. This being the case, he thought it best to keep his snake in its cage until the op was over and done with. He finished dressing himself in his hard plated leathers, strapping a bulky bracer to his forearm as a finishing touch before departing to the barracks, where the hunters would be appearing.<br/><br/><br/>Once there, he entered the building and walked along the hallway to the briefing room, where rows of seats filled with races of all shapes and sizes all circled a stand in the center, where the mission leader would be informing all attendees of the plan. He took a seat near the back, most other rows had been filled, save for the rows reserved for the hunters.<br/><br/><br/>Looking around the brightly-lit, modern-looking hall, he found that none of the hunters were present yet. It didn’t matter, anyway. He wasn’t much for window shopping.The Wrobrune and other races chatted amongst themselves as Rita, the commanding officer leading the mission, a black-furred Wrobrune, set up the presentation on a tablet from the city, something rare to see in the outskirts anywhere outside of the Raider’s land.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>