Nowaru

Shushuk's first stop on his way to Covellia was the port city of Arparium, which was also part of Eisvarhen. As he approached another tavern, he was stopped by a group of armed men passing by.

- What's going on, guys?

— This territory is now under the control of Nozentrot. — Said the mustachioed man with a rifle in his hands. — I recommend you lay down your arms and come with us.

Went to sleep in an Ilianar tavern, woke up in a Nozentrot inn.

-- Guards, this jerk tried to kill me! Arrest him!
-- Yes, sir, everything's fine. I'll just bandage the wound.

— It doesn't concern us. We can't allow anyone to leave this province, and that includes you, orc face. — The mustachioed man pointed his rifle at Shushuk. — I won't repeat myself.

-- You have indeed passed the skill test. Now, let's talk about ideology. Are you a Kalevrite?

How are they positioned? Can we move around them? Or do we need to spend a turn to draw our swords, etc.?

Come on, Shushuk, you're a vicious and enraged orc, not a peaceful diplomat, go ahead and kill them all.

You don't need to spend a turn, they're standing next to each other. Five of them.