The orc grunts, at the size of the squads. "That seems a pitifully small force, for a price that could buy a dozen mortal kingdoms, and still have money left. If I did not know of what they were capable, I would have laughed in your face. I have nearly seven thousand of my men standing guard, at this moment, with another ten on reserve, as needed." He skims over the agreement, and they debate for a few minutes longer, before agreeing that the terms are acceptable, and signing, and passing over the bag of diamonds. "I'll have my men stand ready to pass over the fortress in a few days, and I can shepherd enough of your forces through to hold it, unless you want me to hold it until you're ready to claim it. Either way works." Once they've settled the agreement, Groma makes her way from Gruumsh's side, quietly draping herself over Draiss' shoulders, and whispering in his ear, "Hello, handsome."