A day's worth away a grizzled barbarian crouched down over tracks from a giant lizard. He gave a grunt as he drew his hand through the sand. Urine? No, water. Fresh, spilt perhaps the day before yesterday. He corrected the steel helmet on his head and spat out some of the narco-loh he was chewing. He turned to face the rest of the group with a grim smile.<br/><br/>"Two of them hill-dwellers on a lizard, about forthnight from here..."<br/><br/>His companions hollered in victory, but were silenced by their leader. The large man drew the light robes tighter around himself and drank some water from his skin. He corrected his goggles before crouching down by the tracks himself. With a deep breath he lightly touched it. The others watched in silence. The Watcher was seeing beyond. Suddenly he rose and turned, a smirk croaking his lips and revealing serrated teeth.<br/><br/>"It's them. Tonight we shall dine on fine meat..."<br/><br/>A cheer rise towards the sky, thanking the Bloodied God for their prey...