A blast from the past

[eev]

"Dear Vasilli..."
 
"I'm a master of the petty game, and quite the artificer."

"Lesson Three -- Do not fuck with the Okabe."

300'000 coins for the head of Vasilli pyr Docro and the rest of his goons.

"Actually, why would I need someone to do the job for me?"

"I can do it myself."

                                                                             "..."

"How much? My... Is this the same brat?"                                                            

The oversized form of the Voice of the Tribes leans with a hunch, hearing the news of the rivalry from one of her warriors.

"Do not be silly. Coin is of no worth to me."

                              "But that boy's remaining lung, however..."

"They say the second only tastes better."                   

Apprentice Warriors new upon their trials are soon given a task for their promotion further.
To fetch whatever piece of the Docros they could, and return them to the Voice's deviant taste.

But those of higher skill, remain yet to ignore them.
For their threat true was yet to be discovered.