Snark waited in the courtyard of the ancient castle, his wolf-brother, Yorb, peered about restlessly.The armies are mobilising, yes yes, it is as the Gyjas forsaw. We obey.
A clump of giants stood opposite his unit of wolf-kin, waiting for orders, trimming beards and boasting to each other about past raids into human lands. The leader of this expeditionary force entered into the courtyard, followed by a fur covered giant, he seemed taller than the rest, his eyes shone with intent.
His words rumbled across the frost-lined stones like an avalanche."Chosen of Tesnek! Hear His words!"
Silence descended from the usually rowdy raiders. The tension was palpable."The time for petty raids is over! It has been foretold by the Gyjas for an age, the time of Tesnek is here! Plunder, loot and land are your right!"
Snark licked his cold-cracked lips in anticipation, although he would consider plunder and loot the same thing he wasn't about to argue semantics with the mouthpiece of a god."Go now, take what is ours! Claim it all!"
The giants roared enthusiastically and beat their shields, Snark and his kin merely slid onto the backs of their furred brothers and sisters and nodded silently among themselves, before pacing from the courtyard. The Gyjas know all, yes yes, and now we ride.