To his mightiness, the War-God Jalak,
Them direhorns gored another training beastcaller. The fool got himself bit by a compy and lost his concentration. The whole fetish he was assembling crumbled and the direhorn ripped him apart.
We be rushing this too much. Our beastcallers need years of training. I know we need a larger army but it won't be serving us much if our beasts be killing our own people.
We wish to serve, but you know better than any we cannot be sending children to do a troll's job.