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The screams had called attention but nothing sent the Arkadae war Camp into an uproar like the death of a Lieutenant, especially when his death was so gruesome with his head looking like it had been partly cleaved open.
News spread around the camp quickly and every human or Monster was rallying to do battle. The Lithe Monster races pulled their ranks together and took the reins in commanding the simple-minded trolls and Orgres as they set out to succeed where many of their fellows had failed.
While that was underway, two Lieutenants met at the front of the largest tent in the Camp, also known as the War Room, and knowing they were both here for the same thing, they pushed aside the flap and walked in together.
"Commander, we have news!"