"Where are they, Monett?" Sizzler huffed.
"The Temple of Salvation—they went to rescue Vincent's brother. You were missing that day in the King's Court, mourning the absence of your precious Jade."
"Good then." He smiled, revealing his dragged-yellow teeth. "We can take out all sorts of trash."
Monett reveled in the moment. "On to the blade maker then."
"Why?" Sizzler questioned her, his impatience beginning to show.
"Nards are highly allergic to crystallized salt weapons. They turn to stone on contact," Monett sighed, forgetting about her child. "Creed is half-Nard."
Sizzler lit up with approval. "I never knew that. If it was such a well-known fact then, why didn't they just take a bag of this crystallized salt and sprinkle it on the entire herd?"
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