<i>"No your not." </i>Spoke a cold, calm voice in familiar Zandali dialect, the words a mumble to the elf, though he suspected Mora knew what he said all too well... The wall cloth opposite them was pushed aside, as the fully armored hunter strode in, a few small game animals hanging from the armored plates of his oversized bow, which he leaned against teh wall near the fire. His sharp, predatory crimson eyes watched the two, as he crouched before the fire, and began to skin and butcher the little creatures, tossing any meat or organs of value into the stew, along with some roughly washed vegetables he had scavanged up. His tattered ears were low, and nose slightly crooked, like a prize fighter's nose. What little of his face was a deep, dark blue, with bone white paint smeared over what parts of his face the nerubian skull helm and chitin woven scarf did not hide. The necklace of small bones about his neck chimed as he worked in silence, before tossing what was left of the picked critters into a side bag.<br/><br/><i>"You, you gana listen, and remember what I say. I done speak common or elfy tongue, and my troll tongue be worn, so you tell her." </i>With the skinning knife, he lazily gestured to himself, the center of his scalemail breastplate, with it's elaborately stiched on medals and commendations of conflicts past.<i>"I be a hunter, a master of the wilds... Tamer of beasts." </i>then, with little real focus on the topic, he gestured to the two druids.<i>"You, you to be my new beasts. I tame you, make obedient, make strong and faithful and great." </i>Suddenly throwing the knife blade first into the ground beside the fire, it's razor sharp edge sinking deep into the dirt. The twin, archaic looking axes on his belt swayed slightly as he leaned in.<i>"I make you two great, make my pets, and make you proud of it..."</i>The last sentence spoken a bit louder, a tone of confidence, and strength in his rough voice.<br/><br/>The towering troll, large by even their people's standards, did not ask if they agreed or not. His speech was a statement, not a request. And as he waited, he took out a large, thick waterskin, the dark brown thing bulking with refreshing water. he unquarked it, but did not drink, instead, he sat on his haunches, and waited...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>