Velin withdrew his gaze. His calm was a world apart from the terror frozen on the faces of the surrounding expedition members.
"Gentlemen," he said, turning around. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"The scene this swamp presents is indeed enough to make even the bravest Warrior feel fear." His words offered no comfort; instead, they made a few of the guards tighten their grip on their sword hilts.
Velin ignored these reactions, continuing in a matter-of-fact tone.
"But you must understand, they are Magical Beasts. This means they are bound by instinct—territory, reproduction, feeding... Their behavioral patterns haven't changed significantly in thousands of years. They are predictable. Calculable."
