Warmongers

"Mmh, well, well, well… This looks a bit ominous, doesn't it?" looking toward the horizon, standing upon a small watchtower, all of its shooting windows wide open, foundations thrusting into the dark yellow sand below, crabs of various sizes digging around the shore, unearthing humanoid remains much too often.

Handing the longview in his hands, the bulky man that had spoken went twirling his moustache, without this instrument, the subject of this discussion could not be seen, the glass was special and had been subjected to many enchantments and the likes to achieve this sort of prowess.