Night fell, and darkness enveloped Skullcrusher's Trail in the northwest corner of the outpost ruins.
Only at the trail's end, outside a crude stone warehouse built against the mountainside, did a few flickering torches manage to hold back a small patch of the encroaching darkness.
Two Black Teeth Mercenaries leaned against the warehouse's rusty iron door, yawning out of boredom.
"Hey, have you heard?"
A mercenary with a tattooed face spoke while picking his teeth with a dagger. "A new power seems to have popped up in the swamps to the east. Apparently, they're a tough bunch."
The other, slightly chubbier mercenary scoffed, patting the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"I heard it from those goblin bastards who fled from underground. Bragging about exploding wasps and Slimes that fire cannons... Fuckin' hell, the most ridiculous part is they swore up and down that the lord of that territory is a Slime. How laughable is that?"
