We were led to a man named Dugath, a middle-aged Kellid with a gorgeous mane — once charcoal black, now salt-a

We were led to a man named Dugath, a middle-aged Kellid with a gorgeous mane — once charcoal black, now salt-and-pepper — as well as bronze skin, hardened by sun, wind, and time to the point that it almost looked like oak bark. Speaking with assertive tones, he invited us to dine with the Tiger Lords — that was the name of their tribe — and spend the night in their camp. Any business we might have with the tribe, he said, could be discussed in the morning, once everyone was rested and refreshed.