"Oh, you're some of the High Wyrmlord's spies. I see." Uth-Lar nods, then starts stripping off his armor, wincing now that his fevor has left him.

He sits back down, his bare orange flesh rippling with scars and muscles, and says, "The human town isn't being guarded. Koth wanted us to infiltrate the countryside and sow dissention and fear, to soften the human town for the Day of Ruin. I don't know why the Wyrmlords want it so bad, but we do not question the words of them, as they speak for Tiamat herself."