Persuadable.

The man is silent for another moment, then he speaks with an amused tone. “Nice threat, but you and I both now that your odds are pretty long here. Besides,” He leans towards Uklag, his voice darkens. “I could crush the life from you before you speak another word, and right now, I don’t see any reason not to.”

‘Oh by everything…Urgh, lesser minds.” Uklag thinks to himself and sighs. “You probably could do that. But I would use each of my last breaths to take as many of you with me as I could. How many would that be 10? 20?” he looks around for a bit before his eyes rest on the bear-man again. “Just you? Doesn’t matter. All I want from your men is to keep their hands of my staff, my apprentice and my blood-whore. In that order of priority.”

The tension in the air was almost graspable. A signal and the men lowered the bindings. With a gesture towards Alratha and Catherine the giant asked: “These women are yours?” “Yes, with all they are.” “Who are you, and what are you after here in Arlheim?”

Uklag smiles. Maybe that brute was useful for some brainwork after all. “Uklag. Well to put it short Estara has something I want: A Dragonbone. I think you can guess where they would keep something like that.” The giant nods and after a moment of thinking says, “Then you and I have something in common.” A few calls are made, the men give the duo some space. At the side of the rode a single man rises from a hidden spot, bow and arrow in hand.

“Oh?” Uklags smile widens, although he does make a small unappreciative click with his tongue when he sees the archer. ‘Next time I’m going to keep my foot on the staff.’ Uklag thinks but he has other worries right now. “Then maybe we can work together. I am sorry for paralyzing your men, only wanted to ask them a few things…Who you are for example.”

Another contemplative pause. “They call me Ulric.” The giant finally says, then he points at his men. “And these are my wolves.” he looks back at Uklag. “You are a mage, yes? Are you skilled?”

“I’m the best, around. No one is going to keep me down.” Uklag muses, “If you want an example of my skills. I made all the equipment the three of us are using – including my staff.” He pauses for a moment, his face contorts into a grimace. “Regarding that, can I pick it up again? Feel weird without it.”

Ulric affirms and Uklag picks up his staff with a sigh of freedom. “How very nice. Let me return the favour.” Rummaging through his robes for a bit he brings out a small bar of darkish green metal, refined Orichalcum. Uklag had taken it with him for some experiments but if he could buy the help of a rather sizeable **** that was a resource well spent. “You can have this, every somewhat scholarly person can tell you that this metal, Orichalcum, has a high value.”

The giant takes the Orichalcum. “Yes, I have heard of this metal.” He says and glances into the night. “It’s not safe to stay here much longer, come with me.” Uklag nods and he and his women follow Ulric through the night, surrounded by the wolves.

Once they arrived at the camp Uklag speaks up again. “So, how about it? Working together I mean.” He looks around the hidden camp, it is well organized and kept. “Once I have what I want I will be away from here, I don’t think there is anything to be gained if two people of our.” He clears his throat, “Ambition, hang around the same area.”

Ulric nods, “On that we can agree. Very well, I will help you get into the treasure fort.” At the great news the warlock claps his hands together. “Very good! I will lend your guys Alratha, she may be crazy but she is able. Catherine and I will hand around here in the meantime, I want to teach her one or two things about Enchanting.”

Catherine looks happy about the fact that she may get some knowledge out of this situation, while Alratha is still making fun of that guy with the ‘normal’ eyebrows. “Good, I will find you again when it is time to strike.” With that Ulric departed and Uklag walked towards an older man with short greying hair and moustache.

“You know where a mage could find some Enchanting equipment around here?” Uklag asks and the man looks surprised. “As long as I can get something out of it as well. Dorian, fellow mage.” He extends his hand and reluctantly Uklag shakes it.

“Well whatever, seeing that I will use your equipment it seems only logical.” Uklag says and the trio walk into the mages tent.