The sound of a struggle erupts from across the campsite, and you see Dugu being dragged out of the forest by two of your warriors, his hands tied behind his back.
Kral follows your gaze. "A late arrival," he says. "Come, Basileios. It appears there is still one troublesome wolf left for you to deal with."
Dugu is forced to his knees beside the fire pit, his muscular form hunched, his blazing eyes fixed on you as you walk toward him. As you draw near, he spits on the ground by your feet.
"You like to have others do your work for you, I see," he says. "I suppose there will always be cowards in the world. Well, take a moment to bask in your victory, coward. Since my master will soon wipe your scum tribe from existence, it will almost certainly be your last. But now you have me, don't you? What will you do? Will you fight me honorably, or will your cowardice prevail?"