<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Lugash.jpg)</div>Lugash was in his tent with one of his concubines when Gragtar and his scouts returned. His wife was sitting outside his tent, busying herself with weaving a cloak for one of his lieutenants, while his brother was off hunting for game.<br/><br/>Within a few minutes of the word of Gragtar's return reaching him, Lugash had rejoined the gathering, clad in just his blue dragon cloak and his sword belt, his cock still wet with his concubine's juices. He stood a deferential distance from Kesk and Gragtar, not wanting to intrude on the business of another clan, but close enough to understand their plans and be able to supply his own forces at the appropriate point.<br/><br/>He gave them both a broad smile when Kesk named Gragtar as his right hand warrior for the upcoming battle. He stepped forward and punched Gragtar's shoulder in a rough, affectionate matter. "Make your lord proud, Gragtar," he urged him. "Soon you'll know what it is to be drenched in glory, riches and slaves."<br/><br/>He then bowed to Kesk. "I know the West Wind's Sons will sweep across these hunters like a plague of locusts. And when they have passed, my men and the ones Chief Gorefang brings will follow in their wake and subjugate the farming village. Tell me how long we should wait before we advance, and when that time has passed, we will advance with confidence that your work is done and the way is clear for us."