The native brigands could not possibly be a match for the steel of Rhun. The first expedition failed because they did not know of any threat in the mountains. We will not make the same mistake. If the gliders have any information regarding the Enemy, Rhun will gladly pay in both coin and equipment for it.
Some of the glider soldiers who suddenly heard of this while inside a tent got angry. "Ha. As if we give away our old allies!" and arguments start between them
"We apologized for some of our comrade's rude behavior. Some of us had a strong connection with the Himalayan people during the celestial war, and their children and grandchildren as well. We used to see them play in our training yard. Everyone is debating to re-establish our relationships and start over, but instead just keeping us apart. We are in a sadden state right now." The Himalayan glider leader takes him to his office "So, all we can do is give you info about the land and all the roads we discovered, since some of us still want to hold that bond."
He sits down and pours two glasses of Tequila and gave one to you "I was actually one of the children that knows them, but it wasn't long before the Himalayan Empire collapsed and they never visit us anymore." he then drank the whole glass, "But who gives a shit about us now, Emilio didn't send an expedition to save us when we were struggling. Ha! That son of a bitch got what he deserves. After he died, his clan and the bloodshot clan were exiled to Himalayan lands because of some stupid rumor that the Aguinaldo clan used cursed blades, but I highly doubt it. So, I think you would get more info from those guys. They went to the roads we went on our expedition."
"Interesting... Can you tell us where those roads are. We may want to see what Emilio knows. As to the Himalayan people, our force is only heavily militarized due to what happened to the last expedition. If we can somehow parley with them, I hope to settle this misunderstanding. Perhaps they thought the first force was there to invade them. After all, we don't know who made the first strike. If such a thing happened, I intend to ensure that it doesn't happen again. Our expedition is here only to seek the truth of the matter."
"Well, if you are heading towards the same direction as your last expedition, you are going the right way. Emilio is dead by the way. His son is the leader now. Btw, If you need to restock, you can talk to any of the merchants in this camp. They are selling at a reduce price for some reason."
As the Rhunic leader says this, a Russian bursts in the room with a massive fur coat and ushanka covered in snow. He asks for a room to sleep and food to eat.
When he sees the Rhunic, he gives a glassy stare and hands the glider leader something. It reads, "Ner lbh qrprvivat gurz? Jung vasbezngvba unir lbh tvira gurz? Jura fubhyq gur nggnpx gnxr cynpr?"
He turns to his servant "Go tell dat combat chef to serve the comrade some good ass beef" and then writes on a piece of Cantonese paper and give him this "Gurl ner tbvat gb gur cynpr jurer jr tbg nggnpxrq ba bhe ynfg rkcrqvgvba. Vg'f n tbbq onggyr cynpr sbe crbcyr rdhvc jvgu Uvznynlna rdhvczrag naq bgure jrveq fghss. V bayl gbyq gurz nobhg bhe cnfg eryngvbaf jvgu gur Uvznynlnaf naq jurer gb tb. Fb, onfvpnyyl gur nggnpx jvyy gnxr cynpr ba gur fnzr onggyr nf gur ynfg rkcrqvgvba." Then, he ask his servant, "Give me some good ass fried fish please!"