RP:Meeting a leader...

Ekimrelyt walks around the small store, steelshod shoes clanging noisely upon the floor. As another soul enters the establishment , The Master Centaur Lord Ekimrelyt looks up, "Bloodiest greetings. I see what you mean about the flesh." A curt nod is given " I am Lord Ekimrelyt, but Ekim is fine, normally."

Gorkall entered into the trading post. The behemoth among men towering over most at eight feet tall and weighing down the world at an outstanding two tons of muscles and fat. A voice rang out reaching Gorkalls ears. His dull-grey eyes rose to stare to the centaur from beneath his helm of bone. A crooked smile forming between the demon maw that covered the majority of his face revealing spiked teeth that held humans remains between the cracks. A deep rasp voice, much different from the one that could be heard from the Apostals communication echoed through the establishment. "Aye. Is... A pleasure, Ekimrelyt." The Ogre moved forward and sized up his -leader-. A chuckle from beneath his breath as he felt contested to the fellow Apostal. Lowering his the butt of his stave to the ground Gorkall rested his massive palms upon the Goblin-Skull that resided there. "It's a pleasure then I suppose, Ekim. So whats' it you're needin' me fer?" The Ogres voice would go on to change through a variety of accents hinting very little to his actual heritage.

Ekimrelyt said to you, ""A pleasure it is." The Master centaur stands eye for eye with the ogre, weighing in at about half the weight. Still though, no lightweight. Ekim isnt one to be pushed around. "You wanted to meet me in person, well Here I am." Ekimrelyt begins to circle the ogre,checking him out, taking in his appearance,trying to figure out the best way he could use the ogre. " I did not want to mention me being your leader in the open. We Fates are supposed to be undetected." As the round about walk comes to a close Ekim figures hed use the Ogre for brute force. Hell theres nopt many that outwiegh Ekim, but here is one of a kind. " I have a job in mind, you interested?""

Gorkall stood proud as Ekim circled. The monstrous Green-Skin gripping his stave a little tighter in unease though he would allow his muscles to un-tense as the centaur came to a close. His gaze shifted across the room before landing back onto Ekimrelyt. A smile plagued the Ogres visage as his chest heaved in laughter. "Of course I am. What is it you need me to do?" Gorkall's negotiations over the Crown of Gamorg had become a stalemate for the past few weeks, so he had decided to work outside of his city for a while to pass the time. Eager to hear what the centaur had to say, Gorkall stayed vigilant awaiting his orders.

Ekimrelyt stomped hid front right hoof hard on the ground before rearing up a few inches off the ground, an excited gesture. "I just came from the Hanging Corpse Tavern. There awaits an elf within the confines of the place. havent talked to her yet, but I was eyeing her up, thinkin about taking her prisoner, brainwashing her in the cell and turning her into one of us." Gesturing first at Gorkall then to himself, the message was clear, we are huge, she is not. "Shouldnt be too hard, but you never know, those elven creatures can be something else." An old memory crossed his mind. "My brother Morvious being one of them, I know."

Gorkall chuckled at the thought of an elf giving him somewhat of a challenge. He hated the pointy-eared bastards almost as much as he hated the filthy humans. Jerking his staff back up into the air he turn on his heel and began to make his way out of the Trading Post, calling out behind himself. "It'll be done." With that, the behemoth green-skin vanished into the darkness of Kelay and made his way towards the Hanging Corpse.