After the night had passed, Dargos rudely woke his son, Hyakujuu.
"Wake up Spots, the time has come for the bird to leave the nest."
Still drunk from sleeping, the young Tauren got out of his bed and got dressed.
His father waited impatiently outside, breathing the cold mountain's air.
"Now then Spots" Dargos spoke;
"The first Rite is the Rite of Strenght. We have a different approach to this rite then our other Tauren brethren. These mountains are free from the Quilboars that infest most of our lands, mostly because we managed to exterminate them all." Dargos paused a moment to crack his dark smile.
Hyakujuu patiently looked up to his laughing father, waiting for him to continue his story, for he knew what kind of punishment he would get if he spoke his mind.
Dargos dried his tears of joy and continued: "So, you`ll have to do something about the Venture Company instead. You have 3 days to kill either a Dwarf, Gnome, Gnoll or whatever there and bring me back his head. Only then, you will pass this test!"
Spots looked up to his father, trying to keep his face straight. Killing somebody, anybody, was not something he looked forward to.
Whatever would happen, it would be no use to argue with his father.
So, Spots took his mace and food packets and left towards Windshear Crag.
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