Rokh slipped out of the inn taking a deep breath of moisture rich air, he preferred the gloomy weather over daylight. It was the perfect weather for war, bodies would remain cool under the stress of war and rain would wash the battle fields clean and prepare it for the battle after. Slinging his large axe over a shoulder and his pack ready to go, he approached the group he had sat with the night before.<br/><strong>Throm-Ka!</strong><br/>Idle chit chat was a concept he did not know about, chatting about weather or the night before or other sociable exchanges were beyond his comprehension.