"My ass hurts."
"What?"
"My ass hurts from sitting here all day!" Gretta–the chief barbarian of the Gorgurra tribe–bared her teeth at Ostellio–the chief shaman of Arkhamflalorious. Sitting by the last burning pile of farms, she was tired of staring into the distance at those pristine white walls of Aurum city. "Why aren't we raiding the fuckers?! Waiting here on our asses, and for what?!"
With a jerk, the shaman's arm reached outward. His chain-bound arms rattled like a viper inching for a strike.
"IT IS HER WILL THAT WE WAIT! SO WE MUST!"
"And we're to believe that's what she told you, little old man?" Moving beside the old shaman, Ohemaru the half-giant sat down beside him. His gaze was still set on the city in the distance, and from his height he could see the soldiers moving close to the gates–expecting a siege. "She speaks only to you, but you speak as a coward, making us wait. We could end this fight right now if we rush them, or are you too afraid?"
