"By next spring, we must annihilate the Vine Snake Tribe!"
The Poison Lizard Tribe's Clan Leader, with a string of beast teeth and a small skull hung around his neck, picked up a bowl of blood-red wine and drank it in one gulp. He then tore off a large chunk of meat from an unidentified animal leg that was skewered over the fire pit in front of the three men, bit into it, and threw the bone aside. Lying on the ground, a Poisonous Lizard with green scales and a row of sharp spikes on its back snapped the animal bone in its jaws, crunching it loudly.
The Old Wizard picked up the blood-red wine and took a pinch of something from a leather pouch on his body, tossing it into the wine. Upon closer inspection, they were a few small worms struggling in the blood wine before becoming motionless. After downing the drink in one gulp, the Old Wizard's face quickly turned green, then swiftly red, exhaling a faint black gas from his nostrils. His face suddenly glowed red, looking invigorated.
