"Tear Flesh, sir, Plague Tooth's death was truly tragic! Those damn Transia Knights not only killed it but also hung its head as a trophy over their camp to deter our Wolf People brethren still resisting human tyranny.
I risked my life to escape and bring you this report!
Those humans deserve to die!
You must send your army to annihilate them at once."
In the Pestilence Town within the Polluted Swamp, Hog lay prostrate in tattered "battle-damaged" leather armor before the wrathful Tear Flesh Magician. The slim Jackal Tribe Chief was bruised and swollen, his body still sporting unhealed wounds and bloodied armor hanging in tatters. Even his mouth and neck bore swollen welts, trembling with pain at every word he spoke.
Although there was certainly exaggeration in his account, Tear Flesh could feel the fear surging in the heart of the creature as it reported the outcome of the battle.
