A formidable troop of twenty thousand Fifth-turn skeletons descended upon the doorstep of the Giant Lizard Tribe, fiercely intimidating them into submission. Even the tribe's elder Sixth-turn priest, trembled in fear.
Immediately, he stepped forward, knelt at the entrance of the Giant Lizard Tribe's home, and humbly begged for a dialogue with Dean McKenzie.
"Honourable and Great Wraith Mage, sir, I acknowledge that our chief disrespected and offended you due to his individual actions. Please be merciful and spare our Giant Lizard Tribe.
We are willing to pay any price just to appease your anger!"
The speed and servile nature of the priest's surrender was beyond Dean McKenzie's anticipation.
Dean McKenzie had initially expected a major confrontation. He was surprised when the Giant Lizard Tribe adopted such a submissive stance. Wasn't this far from their usual barbaric and wild behavior?
