"...He felt it. It was the air coming from the ancient forest. It was different. Foul. Enraged. His little companion was aware of this. And how couldn't he. This little mushar was twice as older as he was. The dagger made in the caverns of Ogoro, an ancient and a formitable weapon in the hands of this mute creature, was already drawn and waiting. But would it be enough. The fear was taking over..."