So they were to be mercenaries instead of sweatshop peons? That sounds much more glamorous... and much more dangerous. If Abdul is telling the truth about slavers though... there isn't a much lower form of life than that. And undoubtedly many of the refugees from Sodis were falling into their clutches...

Omar looks around at the group. So they are supposed to be bunch of badasses... That seems pretty obvious in the case of the centaur and the hunk of glowing green muscle but not so much with the others, who were acting pretty cagey and not saying much. For a moment he's tempted to start with... I melt people's faces off, mostly... but he pushes that thought aside along with dark memories it brought... "I'm Omar. I'm good at scouting and not being seen. I can fight a little bit if I have to..."