Ja'Kul shook his head with a heavy grunt that rumbled across the cavern. "More," He muttered as they climbed higher into the tunnels. Ja'Kul hesitated between every word that followed, like something was lodged deep in his chest. "Wor had not been so dishonorable in the past. Never think they come to treat us as even less than [i]ant.[/i]" The Wor Tribe caverns were not too far ahead. Only a few seconds of walking [i]up,[/i] and they could hear the commotion begin to echo down towards them. Sounds of trade, work, laughter, and battle. The Wor Tunnels spanned farther than Kul's could ever hope to, covering enough of the underground Deep Tunnels to rival some of the smaller nations above ground. But from where they would enter, the [i]titanic[/i] Hearth stone that kept the Wor safe stood high, marking the central nexus of their cavern space. Before the two Lok'Sha reached it, Ju'Kul finally spoke clearly to Za'Kul.

	"Slaves."