
By some incredible irony, the name "Fire of Civilization" suited the Claws more than the human cheese-makers. An aura of power emanated from the Kofa tribe. These furry guys not only mastered an atypical type of construction for the peoples of the Dungeon but also completely devoted themselves to that complex and incomprehensible thing that scientific minds call "evolution." Rurek had no doubt: every mature Claw was capable of fighting Skeletons on equal terms. And Kof himself... Kof radiated magnificence. There was no doubt: they were facing one of the strongest inhabitants of the underground world.
– Glory to you and honor, Chief Kof, – Rurek greeted the main human-vanquisher. – Your intuition is impressive. Without the help of the Ivilai, we would have ingloriously perished in a very strange phenomenon... and we also met with Giff. We have a matter to discuss with you, Chief. I think you won't be surprised if I say that it is related to humans. Or rather, to the spark of degradation. It seems that this clan of humans is called something like that.
Deep down, Rurek was very afraid of angering Kof, although the Claw tribe itself seemed peaceful. Especially after all the terrible phenomena encountered on the way to the settlement.
