Something has been encroaching on the Black Granite Camp as of late -skittering, creeping beasts. They come at night, butchering members of the tribe. But Cuhlyn is not frightened. His people are warriors, used to holding their ground against all comers. They will hold again, as they always have.
Woe unto them who threatens Cuhlyn's tribe, his wife, his kin. They seem fearless in their onslaught. They don't know fear, yet.