He waited patiently for the orcs to make up their mind, and walked into the camp, having the skeletons stay outside of it as a gesture of goodwill/confidence. He gave the chieftain a slight nod, knowing the mask prevented his expressions from being seen. "An exchange. An offer of gold, riches, etc for the services of one of the shaman and some of the kobolds, permanently. We are both in the region for similar reasons, I think..."<br/><br/>He paused and glanced at the mine, before turning back and continuing, "However, neither of us would profit from direct conflict. So I propose the trade mentioned."