A Seed for Famine

I labor to create more machines and it takes me to sandy banks of a lake.  Nearby are little reptiles, wrathful if confronted but they fall to Firebeest as wheat to a scythe.  They give me space on most days, but not on this one.  One reptile accosted me with talk, cheap banter.  I told the wretch I wished to speak with his chief.  It fled in terror and a few minutes after their chief, Skoolsz, came to me, telling me of a dwarf.  A dwarf who hunted them.  I was asked to find him and bring back his head for a reward.  I considered.  I decide that I will do, for no reward, although I will take that.  I travel the long road from Haven to Spellgard, stalking, unseen.  Finally I spot the buffoon dwarf.  I lay out machines of entanglement, and the dwarf sees them not.  I cut him down and take his head, bring it back to Skoolsz.  I am rewarded, but I care not, I demand more.  I tell Skoolsz that when the time comes, he will fight for me, and we shall spread the darkness of the Destroyer as a cleansing fire.