[Godah]

Godah thought a moment, pondering if it had been wise for him to visit the camp at that time. Of course, for him, who lived in the wilderness all his youth, the darkness of the night was more of a peaceful companion than a source of fear. How many nights he'd sleep under the shining stars of the deserts of Arakmat.

Anyway, the sudden appearance of the guard has almost surprised the dorin who recognised that the barbarian was a very good guard able to hide his scent from the muzzle of a dorin. He was glad that the camp was guarded by such able men; he wouldn't like to hear that brigands attacked the camp to take what their hands could handle.

Godah considered the axe, appreciating its craft and thinking about taking some training in wielding those. He was already an accomplished swordsman and had the basics in manipulating a mace but axes have always been the next step.

"Strong blade you have there"

He said with genuine consideration. He was one to admit things as they were and it seemed he just had to wait for his identity to be checked and avoid any mistake. The dorin was a good blade but not enough stupid to cause a problem where he came to give relief.

"Don't be mistaken by my title for I am no politician. I would appreciate a spare with you brave guards some brightening if you wish"

For a dorin, measuring his force against others was natural and it meant no hatred but simply the will to face an able opponent.