“He said nothing. He just stared at them. He had fire in his eyes, genuine fire. Then, at last, he stood up from his chair and said but one word: shame. He said it again. And again. And again.

The Warriors were slain. In a bad way. By foul creatures, and they even lost a Warrior, blocked to death by a stinking Rat Ogre. They knew they would never forget Durth, nor this game. And they knew it would be a lesson to them all.

There was a knock on the door and in came a tall, pale Blitzer.

'Use him', Daroth Gûl's son said, pointing at the athletic player. 'Use him well. His name is Tathar Táralóm - he's a new Warrior'. And he left. But before he did, he said it again: Shame. And they bowed their head. In shame.”