Altar of Twilight She demands a sacrifice.

The sentiment of the priestess was shared by Ar-Khalba, yet he spoke nary a word. He responded with simply a nod. There was no use shedding a tear for he heathens of this land. They were impure -- cursed by Molech. This one. This grey behemoth of once great stature was nothing more than a sunken wreck. The man neared the corpse, all while silently taking a place at the priestesses side.

He trailed his muzzle across the starved wolf's sunken ribs. The Malkaria had remained well fed -- blessed by Molech -- while the heathans had to starve. In some strange way, Khalba felt it to be justice. "But what do we do with him Res Drunak?" he asked, breaking his silence as curiousity got the better of him.