Not an army, or a gathering of many, as I'd learn was the case with his kind, but just one, one
beastman like no other, separated from the rest of his kind, Keeyaw of the lank figure and mournful mustaches, low, groveling, hunkered over from the weight of his implements and the white, colorless beard that hung from his face in a way he had no control over.
Three powerful nations, united in their plight against the
beastmen forces, look to their last hope — brave adventurers
like you!