Chapter 108: Something You Can’t Touch  

"My Lord," grunted Zlog, placing his hand over his chest and bowing his head as soon as Wrukaog boarded their runner. "We await your command."

Wrukaog nodded his head and narrowed his eyes at the vessel just outside the viewport. It was a massive thing, designed for dignitaries, ambassadors, and kings. It should have enough supplies and treasures on board to make everyone on his ship very happy.

"They have a Shihneanian Priest on board," grunted Wrukaog, turning his attention back to Zlog. "Ignore him unless he makes it impossible to ignore."

"Yes, my Lord," nodded Zlog, and the ten or so other males quickly followed his motions.

The males, thinking that the Lord was finished speaking, quickly went to their lockers and started preparing for the raid. They didn't bother with armor of any kind. Their skins were thick enough, and with their weathered leather vests and pants, they were more than protected.