As it always happened with too many uninteresting words, Sen zoned out, pretending to politely listen to what his minion had to say. “Interesting,” the dragon lied.
“Blah blah… no strategic value… Brandon Maure… scorcher scorched… blah bla…”
“Interesting.”
“-And Your Majesty is really listening?”
“Interesting,” the dragon repeated.
“Interesting,” Red the Kobold and his fellows nodded in agreement, before clenching his tiny fist. “The chief of staff trusted us with such an important mission, we will not fail him!”
“See?” Sen said, “Minions solve every problem, when you raise them right. As expected from my prized chief of staff.”
“One day too, I will be chief of staff,” Black said.
“Me first!” Red butted head with his fellow, Sen so proud of them fighting for the job already.
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