The Angry Beast's small brain spun furiously. He racked his brain, but only one solution came to mind: 'I have to steal their secrets!'
And so, the next day, the beastmen of the Snow Tiger Tribe discovered that the glossy green Scorpion Beastmen had shaken off their previous dejection. They had even started helping voluntarily, no longer needing the lure of delicious food.
Such abnormal behavior was a sure sign something was amiss. When a donkey that won't budge even with a whip suddenly becomes diligent, there can only be one reason. 'Those green-skinned guys are plotting something, and considering what's been happening in the tribe lately, they're probably after our houses.'
Under the leadership of their unscrupulous witch, the Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe were hardly a bunch of simpletons. Beneath their honest tiger pelts beat cunning little hearts.
