Their Chieftain was said to be the strongest in generations, more powerful than any of his predecessors and far more unpredictable than the weather. So, as Elric and the Royal Advisor stood atop the hill overlooking the Tigren camp, a sense of unease settled over them.
They had come with an offer: to purchase the biochemical agent rumored to be in the tribe's possession. But even that information was shaky at best. The source? A passing merchant's offhand comment, one overheard by the Royal Advisor himself.
It sounded far too convenient, almost suspiciously so. The Royal Advisor had his doubts from the beginning. Information like that didn't just fall into your lap by accident, especially when you needed it most.
Which meant someone had likely arranged for them to hear it. Someone who wanted them to come here. Perhaps even the Chieftain himself.
