[Soladaak]

The wildebeests kicked up dirt forcefully, it was hard to see in a wildebeest ride. Especially over dried mud. The armour of Ragr clicked and clattered as their mounts rode forward. " So how do you feel about the undead, the only reason I am asking is because I had to deal with them before I went to your city." The messenger was heard in the ear of Ammok. Ammok looked over as his mount pondered on. "Undead, Eeh!" Ammok spits off the side of his wildebeest. "We Drakes never had a fondness for magic. Ever since the old king brought forth our ancestors. Dragons. After the war they didn't know what to do with their selves. A lot of them ran riot after our forces retreated. Laid waste to a few villages and towns here and there. On both sides." Ammok knew more than this. He knew how Azarth was trying to call on the ancestors once more. Their numbers would have increased since the war. All those lives lost to dragons. Ammok looked to the neck of his mount as a moment of respect for all of those lives. "You see, messenger. Dragons. They don't think like us. Some races have dragons who use magic and can speak through to you and all of this mumbo jumbo. Our dragons. Our ancestors. They are animals. They think like animals, they lust for blood like animals and they kill merciless like animals. A dragon would easily eat your wife as she holds your newborn baby. That's if you have a family of course." Ammok suddenly comes to a halt. Raising his fist in the air to signal the unit to stop. An undead messenger is seen before him. "Speak, what is your purpose here." Ammok asks calmly.