Ori gave a charming wink at Gunther "I'm a man very far from home, I think you are too" he looked at the man. He wasn't a knight, that's for sure, he wasn't waving a bloodied sword demanding ever 'heretic' die. He leaned on the bar table, tilting his head "I'm just a man..on a mission" he said with a half-smile that implied he was anything but a wanderer. He shrugged and faced the bar table "To be honest, I just went here for a drink" and unclasped his wineskin from his leather belt. He dangled the wineskin by the small sling to show to Gunther. He gestured towards his men "And..these uh, charming fellows, are my friends" in turn, the men eyed Gunther suspiciously, hands on their weapons.

Urghak did indeed stand out from the usual peasantry watching the executions, hefting his weighty club down from the shoulder it was resting on and making sure the bindings around the end were as firm as he set them this morning. His loincloth blew in the wind but not enough to reveal anything indecent, although to him such things were unimportant. His dress also marked him out, aside from his loincloth and weapon he carried little gear; A small pouch, a small rucksack containing water and food, and the sandals on his feet.

He grinned a little through the thick black moustache that adorned his face, seemingly growing out of the black skull that was tattooed onto his facial features; He pondered slightly on how the man may have avoided such a fate. Perhaps he could have fought? Although he was small and weak (just like the other common folk of civilized cities) and Urghak doubted that anyone who had gotten to that place in life had the cunning to talk their way out of it.
To him it was a matter of survival like many things in life and he saw it in a very simple light as he did those other minor concerns. Urghak certainly isn't a stupid man although his rippling muscles and intimidating physique certainly made others assume so. In fact he is fairly aware of the many complicated social workings of the dainty and pleasant townsfolk, although having grown up in a harsh and unforgiving land without parents or any social interaction beyond savage beasts he did for a long time not care at all for human habits. Since he broke free of slavery and met Ferdinand in his earlier travels however that had changed. Where was that sodding northling anyway? Urghak was beginning to feel bored, and when he felt bored he felt violent.

shink

Another execution.

Gunthers voice was less loud and lowered to a ear shot conversation. "Well everywhere I go is my temporary home part of the job description. Lets have you bodyguards go about their business and enjoy themselves I am not harm unless I make my self I threat. Anyway friend would you like me to aid you in this job of yours or are you just here for a little of rest I have an old friend to meet soon?"

Gunther rested a little more in the chair but not enough to break the chair. A necklace exposed it self it was a well known symbol from around the world. It's the symbol of Josephine and those are only worn by the Guardians of Josephine. They are a kind of a highly trained fighters guild. Gunther was still resting, completely exposing himself but he did not care he was wondered. 'These sanders have a plan or they just trying to play coy and trying get a one up someone that they have not clue the skill of. Bah! Who cares I got more important things to worry about when am I getting that drink.'

@TuskatheDaemonKilla
The guards gripped their polearms nervously as they saw the knight army approach, and they were singing too which made them a bit more nervous. Citizens stopped in their tracks to watch them, mouths open in amazement.
"The castle!" Said one of the guards and pointed to the center of the city. "Y-you are expected in the castle! Present your invitation at the castle gates, just head straight for it, cant miss it!" They didn't even bother checking up on those papers, the sight of Nordlichs was convincing enough and word had been sent beforehand of their travel.

@Maleth @Shadhunter
The guard was busy carving something on the table with his knife. When he spotted Elisa's paper he looked up and noticed two individuals had arrived. A few Elusine Knights were taking a break mid practice and eyed the new arrivals. Elisa's gear was especially puzzling to them.

"What is the purpose of your visit?" The guard asked in monotone voice and inspected the paper. "Oh. Aren't you important, a personal invitation. Through the main doors and wait in the great hallway. Don't enter the throne room yet or wander into the most inner areas of the castle, the doors will be opened when all is ready."
He then gave Elisa back her papers and looked at Shaila querulously.
"What business have ye?" The guard leaned on his arm bored and addressed Shaila now.

@Valonox @GrimFritz
The barmaid was growing more nervous as Ori and his retinue came in, gripping their weapons. Foreigners these days made everyone on edge, armed ones especially. Once money began to be tossed her way, and a GOLDEN coin she eyed it in surprise.
"Thi-this is way too m-I mean beers and breakfast, yes!"
She went off to do her work and quickly enough returned with two pints filled to the brim. The ale was not bad, wasn't that great either but you take what you can get in times of war. After a quick spurt to the kitchen she returned with breakfast. Somewhat fresh bread and a hefty sized omelette with some sausages on the side. The maid then hurried off to serve other customers.

@OgrynLord
Various guards and knights started to notice Urghak watching the executions. Since he wasn't doing much but observe they were just wary. Now the executions were ending and a priest took the stage and started to preach. So many foreigners in the city made people wary and the news about the crusades state didn't make anyone any more relaxed. Few people near Urghak who walked by spoke of Nordlichs at the gates, they were hurrying to see these northern warriors.

@Vlayden
"Whiskers! I am losing my patience, we need to bathe you and everything!" The noblewoman started to grow more frantic in her search. Benjamin was able to slip past her and eventually, after a tight squeeze, slid under the door.
He in fact smelled something delicious. Servants were making their way toward the great hall, pushing carts and carrying large trays. Benjamin could recognize fresh bread, delicious meat and - a berry rolled to the ground as the servants hurried with overflowing trays through the hall - strawberries. A feast was being prepared for this special day. Who knows what great cuisines were being prepared.
Perhaps his furry magnificence could slip into one of the carts the servants were pushing.

Urghak noticed talk of Nordlichs arriving and grinned a large if not crooked grin at the guards teasingly before casually strolling towards the gate and cheerily greeting his old friend on the other side in a bellowing voice.

"FERDINAND YOU OLD GOAT, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YE 'AD THIS MANY FRIENDS?"

He noticed his companion's armoured face turn toward him and chuckles, please with his taunting words. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to ruffle Ferdinand's feathers without facing a few bruises and gleefully watched as his friends grip tightened around his steed's reigns, his body showing his fuming frustration even through the armour.

It had been a while since he saw that familiar face and it would seem that he would need to wait a little longer for the gates to be opened up for the full multitude of knights. He smirked smugly at Ferdinand and guffawed to himself as the rest of the knights who mostly weren't all too familiar with him (while saying their past experiences with barbarians had been bad would be an understatement) bristle up at the taunting voice and clasp their weapons as a force of habit, causing a few city guard to glare scathingly at them and the gate keeper to give them a withering look causing them to stay their hands. Although Urghak had quickly made his mark on them.

The wilderman as his friend knew him was often stirring up his pious friends whenever he could get away with it and this was another case of obnoxious ribbing that Ferdinand had needed to get used to in order to avoid getting into a fight; This was mostly because it would be a waste of energy and a violation of his vows but they both knew that neither one could easily flatten the other without earning enough bruises to remember it for a long time, were it down to fisticuffs.

Upon noticing the taut and slightly bitter reaction he drew from the mass of knights he leaned against a sturdy building and grinned at them as if celebrating his victory.

Ori smiled, that bright, infuriating smile "Ah, I shall not trouble you further friend. I just wanted to ah, exercise the foreign language" his colorful eyes lock onto the barmaid. His hand reaches for the mug and lifts it to his chin "Do I frighten you my dear?" and slurping the beer. He laughs, a soft laugh of his satin voice "Well..people do say my eyes are quite intimidating" he pats Gunther on the shoulder "As for my friend here, even more so". He gulps more of his beer "I'm just here to rest after a long day's travel". He turns towards the barmaid once more, "Tell me, my lady, do you have any bacon? I really want some bacon". He leans his spear on the bar table. His men were at ease but they were still alert.

Another stranger arrived at the Oswil's castle gates. He was an imposing figure, armored in fine segmented armor rarely seen in these parts of the world with equally interesting curved double-handed sword on his shoulder alongside a pair of similar yet shorter ones on his hip, he barged through the crowd unopposed until he stood directly in front of the city guard stationed at the gates.

His face was hidden behind a leering daemon's mask, which gave his tone and the overall posture another layer of mystery. "I am Daimyo Noburo Murakami of the clan Satake," he spoke without preamble, his accent thick and quite strange. "Your King is expecting me."

Another interesting figure is that this towering warrior wasn't alone - in fact, another figure seemed to be standing behind him, definitely a member of his company @BloodySoulStealer

Shaila approached the guard with a wide smile and a nod. "Greetings! I am Shaila of the Kind Wayfarers and I've come to answer the King's call for aid." She watched him for a moment. "Are you alright?" She asked finally.

Gunther ate his food and drink his beer quietly. He'd listen to everybody in the room his eyes still locked on the easterner. Gunther would then grab all of his things look at the maiden and tell her. "I will be back this evening." Gunther stood and walked out of the tavern to go to the castle gates.

@OgrynLord
Ferdinand looked to the High priest who nodded and him and the rest of the formation began moving through the gates headed to the castle. Until he heard a familiar voice, grumbling he turned to face an old friend. "I see you haven't changed at all, Urghak." He said with a heavy northern accent as the knights behind him began to move through the gate. "We'll have to catch up later, I have more official business to attend to." With that he moved into the city as well catching up with the front of the formation near the high priest.