"Oh? And what have we here, 'Oh-so-ferocious-helmaroc-king'?"
Because of his new size, the little Helmaroc had quickly learned that trees were his friend. So, when he hears the voice, his little wings carry him to a high branch, where he can look down at Zefri's son, hissing. "You have a Helmaroc, boy. Somewhat smaller, but still just as deadly, I assure you."




