Vagud stepped out of the Gorkil clan hall and into the bright midday sun, holding a length of parchment filled with neat, ornate writing. He let out a loud shout, signaling for his brothers to come gather in front of his clan hall. Once a sizable crowd has gathered, the Yazgurten cleared his throat and began to speak in a booming voice. “As the Yazgurten, at the request if our Rex Drokon’Ugluk, I have been tasked with trying to improve all sorts of matters in Krugmar. The economy, production, t