While Wil peruses the list of potential officers, Yelnar has an idea. "Wil, you could take someone with you on your scouting mission to get more of a sense of them. Perhaps someone from further afield, I think I know someone who might be."
With the air of an absent minded professor, Yelnar wanders off. After 30 seconds or so, he remembers to check if Wil is following, as he realises he didn’t actually ask. He blushes a little, but says nothing.
They make their way through the camp, and Yelnar eventually approaches a large half-orc man. He nods at him as he approaches, and politely waits for him to finish his current conversation. This gives him time for the gears in Yelnar’s brain to grind, desperately trying to summon forth the man’s name. Thankfully it arrives just before he approaches them.
"Zhaar, isn’t it?" says Yelnar, before gesturing to Wil "This is my friend, Wil."
"Zhaak actually" come the deep rumble of the half orcs voice. Yelnar’s shoulders slump slightly, and the large man bursts into laughter "Haha I’m just messin with ya, noticed you were thinkin pretty hard on it, got you good!" He then steps over to Wil and offers a handshake. "I heard about you, did some things back in the city. What’s your plan this time Yelnar?"
"I thought I remembered hearing you say you weren’t originally from Hara, is that the case?"
"Yeah, I came from the Shattered Range Mountains in Ardraven, before the fall of the tribes."
Yelnar cocks his head sideways a little and a puzzled expression comes over his face. "I’ll have to get you to explain more about that sometime if you’re OK with it, but business first. We have somewhere we’re thinking of taking folks that might be safe, but want to send folks out to check things out first. Wil here is going to be part of that scouting party, and it’d be good to have some folks who’ve been out in the world some to go along, whaddaya reckon?"
"Sounds OK to me" he looks at Wil "Whaddaya say big rig?"