Blackwater Islands now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood

Seemingly out of nowhere, a chorus rose above the elder fur trees of the Thistlewood. It was time. With the meeting with Drageda over, the time had come to make their presence known to all who could hear. It was only natural to feel compelled to join the chorus of voices. From where he sat in the wood, Whip, a mere drudge, threw his head back and joined his voice with the others with an odd sense of pride.