Inside a messy, crude tent made from beast hide, bones, and tusks, a purple-skinned male humanoid with two massive black horns between his temples and forehead sat on a bone throne, sipping wine from what seemed to be a huge skull with fangs and teeth resembling those of an orc.
It gazed out the accommodation's opening, seemingly deep in thought.
The Fellkin's peaceful pondering soon came to an end as another of his kind, this time a female, entered, clearly not in a good mood as she knelt on one knee.
She wore a tight belly shirt and baggy pants made from beast hides, woven with some kind of mysterious, purple glowing string, her attire highlighting her toned arms and abdomen.
"Young Master Khan, the brutes have captured an unexpected offering," began the female Fellkin underling in their tongue.
The young Fellkin named Khan raised his brows.
"Hmm? Akara, based on your displeased reaction, is it a human? And let me guess, a female?"
