Solar-Light was growing impatient, for his messengers had so far failed to return with news of the Injas.
"You must be patient." counseled Birch. "The Inja Tribe does not settle in one place for long, they might be hard to find."
Solar-Light grumbled. "Yes, but it is still frustrating."
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Two days later, the messenger returned with grave news.
"L-Lord Sol-la-lar-Light" He stammered. "Th-they are-are dead! All d-dead! At t-the bur-ial grounds! All dead!"
"What?" growled Solar-Light "Tell me what happened, Craw!"
"It is as I said!" exclaimed Craw "The entirety of Camp Inja has been destroyed, and everyone, warriors and children alike, are dead, as far as I can tell!"
Silence.
Solar-Light crouched, and asked "How?"
Craw swallowed, and replied with more control. "They appear to have been devoured-ed, king. They were torn apart, and stripped of… Of flesh…"
"So Inja is destroyed."
"It would seem so, Lord Solar-Light-light… Although, there was a inconsistency with our knowledge of Inja's numbers…"
"How large?"
"About thirty heads, Lord Solar-Light."
"Stop calling me that."
"Then what do you want me to call you?"
"Solar-Light would be fine."
"Yes, Solar-Light."
"Now then, you said there were thirty heads missing?"
"Yes."
"That many bodies as well?"
"Yes."
"Then whoever attacked them took prisoners. I want to track the attackers down, take back the Injas, and avenge the death of our brothers! Craw, spread the news, Jonak's warriors will be going to battle!"
"Yes, Solar-Light!"
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The entire Blight-Elf war host was gathered, ready to march, with Solar-Light at it's head, and Birch by his side.
They stayed at the camp until nightfall, and then went to the burial grounds of Inja and Jonak, and followed their enemy's trail.