A knock is heard at the door to Torgal's private study. "Come in," Torgal yells gruffly, a little bit pissed at being disturbed. Torgal rises from his chair and heads toward the door.

Melanos opens the door a bit and pokes his head in. "The four men that you sent for have finally arrived ser. Shall I send them in or did you want to meet them elsewhere?" Melanos comes in the rest of the way while Torgal gives pause and considers the question.

"Have them go to the private dinning room in the inn. I'll be up in a second. And have word sent for Ghrimm to come visit in a couple of minutes." Torgal closes the book he was reading and grabs his black cloak from a peg by the door. "Its time to see what I'm going to be paying for."

Torgal walks slowly through the underground hallway that makes up part of the maze that is the Pit. With a couple minutes to himself he ponders the reaction Ghrimm will have to these men and what they are here for. Torgal grins to himself as he realizes it won't matter what Ghrimm thinks as long as these men are as good as they claim to be. Torgal climbs the back stairwell to the inn above and walks down a short hall past the kitchen and stands in front of a doorway. Taking a deep breath, Torgal opens the door and steps in.

Four large men immediately jump to their feet and stand at attention. The men are exactly as they were described to the Arena Master. Each one standing well over six and a half feet and probably weighing 300 pounds. Torgal is definitely impressed with their size. The four warriors each wear a polished steel breastplate with their arms covered in black chain. Each of the men has a large sword strapped to their back and a short sword at their hip. Torgal smiles to himself and bids the men to sit.

"We would rather stand sire." One of the men steps forward and salutes Torgal. "We came as quickly as we could. Our Commander has said good things about you and we look forward to working under your leadership. Let us introduce ourselves." The leader of the four men points to the warrior on the far right. "This is Vanchek, he has proven himself in battle many times and has even single handedly wrestled an ogre to death." Vanchek gives a quick salute before standing back at attention. "To his left we have Rostarn. The best eyes in the business. He could see a mouse at 200 yards in a blizzard." Rostarn salutes quickly. "Next to me we have Bleden," Bleden's face is marred by a vicious scar running from the center of his forehead down the bridge of his nose and splitting both lips. "He is as dangerous as they come. The last enemy to cross his path was sent home on a rag. And that leaves me. I am Miguel, the squad leader of these men." Miguel steps back and gives a deep bow to Torgal. "We are here to serve you, what is it that we must do?"

Torgal sits himself in a chair and puts his feet up on the table. A loud crash can be heard in the hallway outside and all four men grab the hilts of their short swords. "I believe that is the reason you are here." The door to the room is violently kicked open as Ghrimm strides in with a barrel of ale under his arm.

"What is it that ye want Torgal? And who the hell are these monkeys?" The four warriors exchange glances as they look at the small dwarf, smirks can be seen on the lips of Vanchek and Bleden. "And what are ye looking at?" Ghrimm directs the question at the two smiling warriors.

"Ghrimm may I introduce you to your new escorts. They are here to make sure no one tries to hurt you. They are Vanchek, Rostarn, Bleden and Miguel." Torgal points to each one in turn and then stands. "I must be off but please, get aquainted" Torgal passes by Ghrimm and steps into the hall and closes the door.

Seconds later a loud crash is heard and the sounds of a struggle erupt from within. Torgal stands outside the door and waves the bouncers away that came running to help. After a brief couple of minutes the door opens and the four men file out, Vanchek carrying the struggling dwarf in both arms. The four chuckle amongst themselves. "It seems that this one could be a danger to people if we don't keep an eye on him. And Vanchek, either your getting old or the dwarf is a lucky one."

"He's lucky," Vanchek answers Miguel. The warrior carrying the dwarf sports several slash marks across the face obviously from Ghrimm's gloves.

Torgal smiles at seeing just how efficient the men are. "You gentlemen impress me with your speed. Melanos will show you to your quarters and Ghrimm's room. He will also fill you in on what you are here to do. Thanks for your time and I shall see you later." Torgal spins on his heels and heads for the door to go out and enjoy the remaining part of the day. A struggling Ghrimm is dragged off to his new room.