At least there's a river near the other side of the campsite, if that comforts Sam at all.
Upon their approach to the camp, it doesn't surprise Krem that the rest of his men are staring at them. Rubberneckers, every last one of them, when it came to something or someone new and interesting. For the moment, that was Sam.
Krem accommodates his attempt to shield himself from that, nodding shortly to the humans they pass, picking a bottle up from a stash beside where one of their dwarven men was resting beside a small fire of his own, tipping a brief salute to one of their elves, then finally settling down in front of a tent before which a pit had been dug and lined with stones, just ready to be made into a fire.
"These are the Bull's Chargers," he says after a moment's arranging himself, a supply of tinder dragged from just under the flap of his tent and arranged to be lit. There was a pot filled with bubbling stew in the center of their camp, but he wanted to speak with Sam a moment, help alleviate some of that fear. One of the other men would be by with food in a minute. "Name's Cremisius Aclassi, I'm in charge of this bunch until the Chief makes his way back to us. Most the boys call me Krem. What do we call you while you're here?"
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Upon their approach to the camp, it doesn't surprise Krem that the rest of his men are staring at them. Rubberneckers, every last one of them, when it came to something or someone new and interesting. For the moment, that was Sam.
Krem accommodates his attempt to shield himself from that, nodding shortly to the humans they pass, picking a bottle up from a stash beside where one of their dwarven men was resting beside a small fire of his own, tipping a brief salute to one of their elves, then finally settling down in front of a tent before which a pit had been dug and lined with stones, just ready to be made into a fire.
"These are the Bull's Chargers," he says after a moment's arranging himself, a supply of tinder dragged from just under the flap of his tent and arranged to be lit. There was a pot filled with bubbling stew in the center of their camp, but he wanted to speak with Sam a moment, help alleviate some of that fear. One of the other men would be by with food in a minute. "Name's Cremisius Aclassi, I'm in charge of this bunch until the Chief makes his way back to us. Most the boys call me Krem. What do we call you while you're here?"