***POV – Zagon
“Bro, those fays didn’t know what hit them,” Luan is hanging onto Blade, both a little tipsy as they walk a few steps behind Marrok and me.
“I don’t know what they were more scared of, your hound ripping them apart, or Blade biting them … ha-ha-ha,” he continues, and I notice the small smile on Marrok’s lips, probably thinking about our day of t*****e. And Luan is right, we demoralized those two fays into telling us everything they know and then we sent them to a place with their names on. All and all, it was a pretty fruitful 26 hours, hence our rather mellow state of intoxication – we’ve been drinking a few at the pub, celebrating.
Blade spits on the ground, “I’ll never suck on a fay, their blood tastes like shit.” I don’t know anything about the taste of blood, so I’l
