A commotion stirred in the Kobold camp at the foot of the hill. They had heard the warning cries of the Beastman Barbarians, but their poor vantage point at the base of the hill prevented them from seeing where the threat was coming from.
One Kobold attempted to climb to the hilltop to scout. SWISH! A Fine Steel Javelin plunged into the grass right in front of it, its shaft still quivering from the immense force of the impact.
The Beastmen shot them a look sharper than a blade, instantly suppressing the Kobolds' agitation.
It was a warning, but also an act of contempt. Hyenas are unfit to stand with lions, and these muscle-bound Barbarians had never given the Kobolds a second glance.
As time passed, the dark figures drew closer to High Cliff Castle, and more details became clear.
It was a party of twenty, all strangely clad in black hooded robes that concealed their faces.
Levi's assumption that they were human was not unfounded.
