Outside the doors of Draydon Keep, a massive carriage pulled up, pulled by a large, woolly rhinocerous-looking beast. The carriage was at least three times the size of a normal one, and instead of fine craftsmanship so commonly found on the carriages made for nobles, this one was crude and brutal looking, with spiked plates of armor on the front and blades protruding from the doors. The rhinocerous-like being itself was armored in thick plates of black steel.
The carriage was open-topped, and had two occupants sitting inside. Anybody with knowledge of tactics or military techniques would figure out it was less a transport carriage and more of a battle chariot. One was Borzclubb himself, and another was one of his bodyguards, who was encased from head to toe in a suit of plate armor that likened him to some sort of black, metallic titan. Laying on his lap, he had a sword almost as big as he was, a singular sheet of sharpened steel that looked like it could cleave through a regiment in a single swing.
Borzclubb's armor was much more modest, and he only wore a horned helmet, a gut-plate, and a pair of pauldrons. Resting on his seat next to him was his club. Despite his apparently humble equipment, Borzblubb was a good head and shoulders taller than the armored titan that was his guard, even while seated.
When the carriage stopped, Borzclubb stared up at the gates of the keep, and then sat back in the carriage, which rocked as he shifted his weight. He was waiting for someone to appear and take his invitation. which he held between two massive fingers.