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Kof's keen eye couldn't miss the changes that had befallen the once cheerful and cohesive band of Sords. Three of them were missing, and of the two remaining, one looked frail, while the other was disfigured. Lu was nowhere to be seen either.
"We've worked well together, chieftain," Rurek said in a somber tone. "Our squad performed well in duels, but in a battle against the Cheesemakers..."
The ugly Sord told the passionate furry chieftain about the treacherous raid by the fire servants in the lands of the Claws. He also shared his assumption about the purpose of the Cheesemakers' visit.
"I thought that with that warrior at the bridge, we seven could defeat this squad. Who knew about the decaying man! " Rurek exclaimed in frustration. "They kept talking about the remains of some humans in the forest, but I'm sure that this vile bomber was supposed to blow himself up in your settlement, chieftain. The Cheesemakers' treachery knows no bounds!"
Enslaving cheese, powerful Sorceresses, traps, exploding monsters... how can one resist such an evil force? In their treachery, the Cheesemakers now seemed invincible.
"We defeated three, but lost four. Five," Rurek remembered the furry guard. He was a glorious warrior... "Three more ran away. I don't even know why. They could have finished us off. The explosion didn't harm the humans. It seems that the Cheesemakers have an entire collection of nasty weapons that only cause pain to non-humans. I'm afraid that such monsters won't even be stopped by gates."
Watagash... You suggested this expedition to the Claws, but never explained why... and now you won't be able to. Oh, and why is fate so cruel! What dark deity controls the threads of fate in this world! Why is it so merciless! So many questions and so few answers.