“Why are we not inside the castle?” I asked.
Zoar was still brooding. I felt bad for forcing him to do this, but I didn’t want to die yet, even if it meant turning into something else. Besides I had already learned first hand that blood didn’t taste as bad at all. Besides, maybe it meant I’d finally get that fantasy of tasting Zoar’s blood. My mouth watered at the very idea.
“My wards on the castle wouldn’t allow us to go straight inside. It’s very guarded.” Zoar led the way and we followed behind him once more. When we entered the castle all of his servants bowed almost doubled over at the sight of him. Their fear was glazed in their eyes. Not even one looked at us like a snack anymore.
“We need a huge room for this. I’m not a full god, and my powers are not normally used for something
