from my humble abode I see smoke...humans...? In my...territory...? I rush to the campsite to see drunken men and...a woman...she's chained up and it's connected to a stick...how dare they...first they trespass and then they keep a slave!? Not on my watch...in minutes the camp is destroyed and men are down...I look down at your cowering body as I speak softly, drenched in the blood of the men

"Cmon...I won't hurt you..."