The young cleric takes a deep breath. "This place was once sacred to the Tiger Lords — the final resting place

The young cleric takes a deep breath. "This place was once sacred to the Tiger Lords — the final resting place of our greatest chieftain. Now it's just some hole in the ground, and the Tiger Lords are no more. There was a riot. It led the tribe to split. Armag sowed the seeds of fratricide, and the harvest we reap is discord. Our once great tribe has broken into several rival clans."