Cyanwrath.

The burden of battle did not relinquish any hindrance or injury to the draconic knight as he bellowed into an adjacent tent, not diagnosing that yester eve’s skirmish desired a potential rematch. If he saw any of them, the scam would be deciphered and all would congregate in chains alongside Brannor. However, the sailor appreciated that wile hoax still persisted, all to gain ground, inching closer to the mouth of hive.

The hoard amassed for the horde. 

Torus agreed to the befitting moniker. [color=92278f]“Yes. I am Torag.”[/color] His briny eyes peered into the gaze of Rebrer. [color=92278f]"Parum, I am curious if the glory we have been scavenging for Tiamat holds true for any nearby food. This wineskin of a stomach needs refilling. Care to oblige, sir?”[/color] The question aimed its poison at the cloaked messenger.