As you joke, and Exantrius voice echoes through the camp, you hear a heavy thump behind you. Turning, you see a well-muscled, loosely-armored man-like beast squat before you, large ape-like hands wrapped tight around a large, heavy spear. The tip is stone and looks shoddily constructed, but nonetheless you can't imagine it would be nice to have its battle-worthiness tested on you.
Exantrius turns, and smiles quickly. The two exchange some words, and finally the hobgoblin stands from his crouch, letting out a loud series of yells.
(Aerda: Exantrius is making it clear that he only wants to barter, and the hobgoblin seems to be making threats, but when he stands he lets his spear fall loosely to his side, not seeming to intend for combat.)
A few brief moments after the yells, a number of other hobgoblins begin to crawl from the front flaps of the tents, women and children included. The youngest rush up and begin to fiddle with your pouches, hanging weapons, the edges of your shoes, and pretty much anything they find randomly interesting. The adults are quick to pull them back, growling reprimands at them with an alien concern in their voice.
Finally, a tall, well-outfitted creature steps out from the crowd, wearing fine fabric in hodge-podge patches, streaks of grey running through his facial fur.
"Welcome," he says in common, his voice heavily foreign. "I am Alag. You come to trade? What do you bring?"
