'Selling my ass is out of the question.' The Lord felt the Giants in the blacksmith shop had been slacking lately. He ordered the Feder Blacksmiths to make them work overtime, to at least get them working from sunrise to sunset.
First, he had to completely open up the market for the weapons trade.
'Work overtime at night? Did they think candles and oil lamps were free?'
So, the Beastmen, who had only been back resting for two days, were dragged out into the Wilderness again by their impatient Lord to stir up some trouble.
They thrashed the surrounding Wilderness Tribes so badly that their cries echoed through the plains. Some tribes that got wind of their approach packed up and fled in the middle of the night.
They could only curse him in their hearts. In the past, they had all kept to themselves, but lately, it was as if he'd gone stark raving mad, attacking anyone he could get his hands on.
But for all their cursing, they were also the quickest to run.
