The Witherbark know we be huntin' them like the traitors they are. Makin' plans and hideouts to keep their tribe in the shadows even after we burn 'em for their deceit. Our scouts be findin' a cave west of Hiri'watha. One witch doctor, Ti'ik, he bring his voodoo inside--rot, decay, an' wrigglin' larvae for some foul magic. We not lettin' that filth crawl through our homes while we sleep. Go, take his head, and crush whatever they be growin'. He be tough, so don't go underestimatin' him, ya?