Grokk was already waiting at the village gate, his massive frame armored head to toe. A broad shield rested against his back, and two axes crossed over his shoulders like silent warnings to anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.
Beside him snorted his mount, a Dire Tuskwrought boar, its hide thick as stone, tusks glinting like blades.
"You're early," Lumberling said as he approached.
"I don't like making my Lord wait," Grokk replied with a grunt, patting his boar's neck. "Besides, this one was restless. I think it knew a hunt was coming."
"Or maybe it just doesn't like standing still, same as you,"
Grokk chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. "Perhaps. Either way, I'm ready."
Lumberling gave him a nod. "Good. Let's go then. The sooner we set out, the sooner we'll reach bear territory."
With that, they rode out side by side.
