"One drop to fill a small keg?" Feela the Behemoth grunted. "It's enough to turn dozens of humanoids into Thralls every day. The transformation is gradual, so Meln needs to give small doses every day. It's amazing his army was that small."
"Undead Divine Beasts are always dangerous, but this is much worse." Inxialot the Lich King said. "Melina doesn't need to feed on his peers to maintain his powers, and his Upyrs will not fear sunlight after the transformation is complete.
"Once your dumb younglings realize it, there will be a line to join Melgoth's ranks around the block."
"Hey!" Lotho jumped from his seat. "Plant folk are not the enemy. Meln is."
"I wasn't referring to you, Lotho." Inxialot looked at the Treant like he were dumb. "I was referring to all of you." He then pointed at Feela and Raagu.
The two women flushed in outrage but said nothing. They knew young Awakened were indeed reckless and stupid enough to consider Orpal's offer.
