Prejudice (Part 1)

"Clearly the attack on the watchtowers was a diversion. The wargs wanted to get rid of the sentinels before opening the doors and sneaking inside the city undetected." Lith pondered.

"My thoughts exactly. We have traitors in our midst." Said the Baroness.

"Yes, but you are lucky, your Ladyship."

"Winter has barely started and my city is cornered by enemies from outside and within. How dare you call me lucky?" She was seconds away from punching the Ranger in the nose.

"Idiots are the best kind of enemies one can ask for." Lith replied before examining the bodies on the stretchers. Some had been killed by a bite to the neck, others had been disemboweled by claws.

Each attack had been executed with deadly precision and then followed by a sloppy attempt at covering the wounds with fire or air magic.

"Does this look like the work of a warg to you?" Asked the Baroness.