Sarka, Sir Cyr’s guest quarters, Klos 20th, 350AC, 9:05  (underground, 65 degrees, half moon)

Ragnor opens the door and sees an impressive amount of duralloy armor, glittering in the lantern light.  A host of badder hoplite warriors in their red cloaks are lined up outside.  They have well armed and armored infantry support staff, who seem to be holding the lanterns, pounding on drums with their powerful paws, and blowing metal horns.  The yellow eyed robed badder is standing just outside the door flanked by two hoplites.  He grins in a wicked show of sharp teeth.

“Rrullka, king of Ukrul, defender of Sarka, conqueror of the northern wastes, demands your presence.  You will come with us now.  All of you.”

Ozzul makes a hand motion, and Yorva and Nevlok pick up the chest containing the offerings.  Zarr’s eyes dart about as his hand rests on his knife sheath.  Bren stands with clenched fists.