"Do you think you can take on that Blackfang queen?" Gartok asked, as his grip tightened.
"Chieftain Kraven had a hundred men," Gartok said, spit flying into Rask's face, "A hundred true Zarthian warriors. many of them stronger than you."
"And they were all turned into dog meat in less than an hour. You think you are tougher them all?"
Rask gagged, unable to speak, his eyes bulging.
"We are not here to fight," Gartok addressed the rest of the squad, his glare silencing the snickering snakes and the growling dogs.
"Elder Baez's orders were very clear."
"He does not want the Usurper's head."
"He wants intel. He wants to know how many Blackfang Bandits the boy has."
"He wants to know the patrol routes, the weak points in the town, location of the armouries, and most of them all..."
"Will the town people stand up against him?"
Gartok dropped Rask. The Lizardman splashed face-first into the human shit, coughing violently and gasping for air.
