Zharr Goroth whips bit into Rotbelly's hide. They drove him forward, into a blackiron cage to be loaded onto one of their massive daemon engines. The Daemon Whisperer stepped forward, raised his left hand, and gazed into Rotbelly's soul. Rotbelly felt an unnatural sense of calm wash over him. Before he even noticed what was happening, the cage was slammed shut, and he was being carted across the countryside, black smog belching from the engine's daemoniac smokestacks.