Khao'khen received the scouting report with his usual stillness.
The Verakh who delivered it was one of Maghazz's best ... a lean, sharp-eyed warrior named Silkk whose ability to move unseen through hostile territory was legendary even among the Verakhs. He had been gone for twelve days, ranging far to the north, slipping past the scattered orcish clans that still hurled themselves against the pinkskin defenses, observing the enemy from distances that would have been impossible for any warrior less skilled.
He knelt before Khao'khen's fire, his report delivered in the clipped, precise manner that all Verakhs adopted when conveying intelligence: facts first, interpretation second, speculation third, clearly delineated.
