"I deeply apologize Your Majesty for this intrusion," with sweating brows and in a deep bow, Elder Altmer faced Yllana in front of Edichor Hills. One saw the elder's huge belly cramped in that bowing position. His eye twitched as he waited for Yllana to reply. 'Doesn't it hurt when you bow deeply with a huge belly like that?' But even as he thought of it that way, he knows that this round man is not as weak as he looks. Even he could not measure this man's life force.
"What does your emperor want? Why did he declare this on such notice?" Her eyes somehow glanced at the lined beasts a few hundred meters away from their camp. The beasts at the frontlines were all small wolves with green and brown colored armors. Their foreheads were marked with a teardrop-shaped red dot, the mark of their devotion to the ruler of most clans of the beasts.