"Whew, that was a close one, Boss." Harl brushed the dirt off his tunic.
"That old mage's trinket came in handy."
Harl flipped a gold pin over in his hand, the gem set in its center now cracked and blackened.
"Too bad this thing's useless now..." He tossed it into the pile of rubble.
"I guess..." Hurgol scowled, surveying the charred crater that was once his base. "...that little Folven bitch destroyed everything! My men! My gold! All of it!"
Hurgol slammed his fist against a rock.
"I swear I will get them for this! I am going to carve them up like a roast pig. Let's get out of here, Harl."
"Where to?"
"I have some friends in Taug who owe me a favor. We can regroup there."
"Taug...?" Harl frowned. "Oh, you mean those friends."
"Exactly. Now let's go."
"Sure thing, Boss."