Nephil watched from the treetops as the strange travelers raced for the banks of the sea.
Never a very pious man, Nephil believed few of the religious tales surounding the lake. But no outsider had ever found thier way to the lake, and, pious or not, Nephil felt a strong desire to protect what his people held sacred.
He watched as the stubby men and thier more human-like companions rejoiced at the fresh water, drinking and even bathing in the precious water.
Nephil dropped down from the tree into the thick foliage and peered out from the underbrush. He heard Maulká come up behind him, but did not turn.
"This," she said, seething,"Is an insult too great to ignore!"
Nephil narrowed his eyes at the beach and its occupants. "They know not what they do, but by everything I have ever seen on this earth, they will live to regret it."
Nephil seemed to feel Maulká agree with him.
"We must find Bestialan," she said,"These ingratiating fools will pay dearly, and I do not want Bestialan to miss out on our revenge."
Nephil nodded. "We attack at night, the first darkness after we find Bestialan."
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