"You, Governor Murphy of Transylvania!"
After his frenzy, Warrior Chief Floyd remembered the business at hand. This bear-like figure, bare-chested and only covered with a bear pelt, pointed rudely at Murphy's nose and shouted:
"It is said that a group of Vam followers has emerged under your command. I have heard soldiers from the battlefield praise their courage and belligerence, which makes me curious about them.
Although my God has always sought followers outside the barbarian world, we do not accept weaklings to join our ranks! Previously, my God had developed a group of The Fury, but they were too weak. Therefore, their tribe was completely wiped out after a despicable and boring battle!
Bring your Vam walkers here now!
I will test them at Fortress of Courage. If their war purity is too low, then you should be prepared to bid them farewell forever.
We Wam Barbarians never allow weaklings to worship at Vam's shrine!"
Damn!
The words left Murphy dumbfounded.
