"Strong...monsters..."
Tulnas' brows creased as he thought to the implications. The man he held was wearing dented and torn armour while his skin was bruised, punctured and cut.
His entire body was quivering as it tried to suppress a tide of both pain and fear.
Tulnas knew that this man wasn't going to be able to say anything more and thus he turned to one of the other mercenaries that looked a bit more lively.
"What happened?" he asked in a voice that perfectly captured his caution and anxiety in an attempt to make the person speak quickly.
The person he asked was a woman who bit her lips to keep herself from going unconscious before she spilled in detail what had happened.