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Ragna had just finished her patrol and had settled down for a nap when her new companion, a macaque, dove into her den to tell her of an intruder. She swore loudly. Skælingr was off on a trip to gather more crating supplies. He should be arriving home any minute but for now it looked like she'd need to answer the call. She just prayed it wasn't a raid.

Ragna raced out of the den and arrived to see one of the Abraxas warriors already confronting a strange youth. So she instead turned her attention to the other man yelling about disembowelment. Well, it was good to know this man wasn't an ally and also good to know they were fighting some sort of psychopath. She'd recommend castration. Perhaps if they removed his balls then his brains would come back and he would not behave so recklessly.

However, the tusked man was still trespassing. "It shall be handled. Now then, please step back across our border or you will find yourself in a similar situation as that spiked man."