Using Hobgoblins and each other, the various members of the cartel practiced and sparred. The new drill sergeant, Krogg, watched from the shade, frowning and barking orders.
"You'll have to do better than that, grunts. I don't see fighters, I see a bunch of children playing at being warriors. HARDER. FASTER. NOW." He screamed at one of the sparring members, who cowered. Krogg grunted, and swiftly strode over, whacking the person aside. "Like this," he wound up and threw a haymaker at the Hobgoblin, knocking it back.
Up the road, in one of the offices owned by the cartel, Kal'tok, Shay and Nar'shak waited for the Trade Baron to return. Shay fiddled with her sword, slightly uneased, as Nar'shak silently stood against the wall, watching the room with a patient only he seemed to muster. Kal'tok, ever calm, looked up at Shay.
"Je alright? He'll be back soon, I'm sure." Kal'tok's accent was barely there, as he spoke with a more clear orcish one. Shay gave a playful grin to the troll, looking at the door.
"No, I'm fine. Just...distracted, is all. Besides, I'm more annoyed by this racket the drill sergeant is making. And I want to get a start on the next job, where is Sals?" She pouted, making sure Kal'tok could see, though he gave an innocent and somewhat confused look. Shay broke back into a grin, and settled a bit more.
Just then, Krogg stepped in. He surveyed the room, resting on each of the figures before him. Nar'shak and Krogg exchanged begrudged nods of respect, Shay gave a mocking salute, which Krogg repayed with a scowl, and Kal'tok gave a more genuine, if casual salute. Krogg watched him a minute longer before continuing.
"Alright, where's the Baron, the details for this friday need to be made." He addressed Kal'tok first.
"I don't know, we're waiting on him as well. Just outline it, I guess. He'll read it when he get's a chance." Came the troll's usual dulcet tones.
"Or, go run a few laps and work up more of a sweat. You look like you could lose a bit of weight anyways. Unless sparring is more your thing?" Shay cooed playfully, but her muscles tensed, eager to engage in a fight.
"Bah! I'll wait outside. These "combatants" are pathetic." Krogg stepped out into the breeze once more.
Nar'shak grinned, thinking "Nar'shak will enter, Nar'shak show honor in combat. Also, prize money goes to buy shiny rocks for rock collection. Nar'shak love rocks."