"I'm giving you five hundred men! Colando, I just hope you do not waste my warriors' blood for nothing!"
Three nights later, at the wolf people's camp, Kenbort, the warlord, was proudly astride his robust giant armoured earthwolf. He addressed the leader of the Wolf Poison Clan, who was preparing to launch a surprise attack on Crimson Castle:
"Although the time for parting has come, it must be said that working with you has been ... delightful."
"Cut the crap!"
Colando, who was dressed in black armour, was too lazy to even pretend, he taunted the wolf man warlord in a sarcastic tone:
"Your expression couldn't disguise the look of being rid of a plague, there's no pleasure to speak of in this collaboration between us. Basically, it feels mutual dislike, which is something of a relief for me. We have no obligations to each other after this, Kembort.
I just wanted to reiterate, if we do take down Crimson Castle..."
