A red slugpup drops into the chamber, landing on its feet. Its eyes dart around the room, studying its surroundings. Then it fixates on you, its gaze burning with anger.

"Give me one reason and I'll put down the spear."

It bares its teeth, the batfly sitting on its shoulder chirps nervously.

"You don't want to make me angry."

The slugpup's eyes follow you relentlessly, its spear at the ready.