We had identify the less combative of them, but that still were an objectif due to all the minor tasks they did and the sacred fire they were carrying. When they walk away from their camp to gather some materials, we dropped down on them. How surprised we were when we saw their flames twirling at the end of their chaines and hitting our brothers… Some of us were set ablaze and we fled with a smell of fried pig and a deep sense of shame…