Pouring himself some punch, Tony smiled with his gold-encrusted tusks on full display, prominent in their glory. They aided his weak mantle to express itself, glimmering sunlight off their golden reflection much like the rings adorning his fingers, each one gaudy but special to him. Trinkets he had gathered through promises and jobs.
"Likewise!" the Troll saluted, clinking his beaker against Green's own before taking a sip. He pulled a face but simply shrugged. It would have to do.
"Green, may I say that you are quite the imposing individual. One would even suggest, indomitable? I assume you have been an upstanding member of this grand Freehold for some time?"
As he spoke, the Ogre's eyes flickered toward's where people had started to pledge themselves to the Freehold.
Soon, real soon.