Riversian

"They stole our technologies, and now they are arguing that we are from the same race? What kind of Uruk turd is that?"

A composed yet masculine lizardman sat within the council chamber, his expression usually restrained, but his eyes were bloodshot with barely contained rage. His fingers tightened around the armrest as he stared toward the messenger standing before him, the report in his hands only fueling the anger that had been building within him for days.

The Forestians had once shared a common ancestry with the Riversians, but that history had long since become little more than an excuse for both sides to demand things from one another, and Siar the Second had grown increasingly intolerant of their claims that the two settlements should share everything simply because they belonged to the same race.

"They even kicked our people out back then. Tell the griffon to send a message to them. Tell them to go fuck somebody's tree."