Smith gathers the envoy group together at the town hall. "As the job board said, I would like to set up trade with the Swift Tusk tribe, at Swift Stream Village. From my experiences with orcs, they will ordinarily not accept visitors who come empty handed. I have prepared a chest with a sample of what we have to offer. You are to offer this to their chief, and explain that there is more where that came from, if they wish to trade for it. Then one of you will need to boast of your greatest combat achievements, and fight one of their champions. You don't necessarily have to win, but you should. Be careful what you say, and how you say it. If they believe you are not speaking directly and honestly, they will not trust you. Never belittle an orc's strength, ferocity, or courage, unless you want bloodshed, and accept any challenge they give you, even if you know you can't succeed. They won't think highly of you for failing, but they will think even less of you for backing down from the challenge. If they truly want to do trade, any challenges they make will be reasonable. Finally, if they offer to let you stay the night in the village, accept their hospitality, offer to join their hunters for the evening, and don't let them catch you setting a watch for the night, they will consider that a grave insult!"

He has the chest brought forward. It is a standard sized, durable chest. Including its contents, it weighs 200 pounds. He offers the use of a sled and a team of dogs if one of you can drive it (animal handling or ground vehicle proficiency)

Santio listened quietly, and said nothing.
When Smith spoke of challenges (and presumably they'd be physical in nature ... being Orcs) he wondered who among them would be best to accept these challenges.  But that is something this group could discuss along the route.

He didn't volunteer to driving the offered sled, for he had no idea how to.

Kiara eyed the sled skeptically, though her shrewd expression turned into a wide smile at the team of dogs. Despite her small stature and almost unhealthily looking pale skin, she seemed to fill the space where she stood, her presence far in excess of what it should be.

"We will have no issue with the Swift Tusk Tribe, I know the Orcish tongue well."

An utterly bizarre thing to be the case, considering she looked to have only stepped foot into the wilds yesterday. What, beneath the sight of all the Gods, would this woman have needed to learn Orcish for? She sounded like she'd grown up in a Mage's academy, or some other high born center of scholarly learning, not a frontier town.

"An inventory then."

She turned to her companions, one hand resting on the hilt of the exquisite longsword at her side. It looked to have been carved of ivory, with a strange iridescent sheen, though was otherwise unadorned.

"Who among you is familiar with this sled, or perhaps has some knack with animals?"

She looked to each, her face shockingly white where it peeked out from her fur lined hood.

"More importantly, who among you wishes to face their champion?"
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There was an interesting assortment of folk coming out for the journey to the Swift Tusk tribe. From what the man Smith had discussed it would certainly be interesting for the assortment of folk Nutcracker found himself a part of to handle. He wasn't going to be very useful in the boasting department, but he could at least prove himself through actions - just maybe not fighting the champion? He still preferred ranged combat and the siege just reinforced that.

Looking over the sled caused Nuts to shrug, but the dogs may be something he could deal with due to his time in the wilds; just not very well. Foot travel was always his preferred method. Unless the loopy one or the metal man could do it, the job seemed to be his to take.