He missed all the groveling from his father’s servants. It had seemed like hundreds of years since he had some good groveling.
After that, he went around to kill the men and relieve them of their presumably hard-earned items, but when he got back to the mud girl, she was weeping over the body of her healer friend, which was really killing his buzz.
“What’s the matter, girlie, can’t you try to hit me with [Cresting Dragon Waves of the Overwrought Metaphor]? No [Lashing Vines Hidden Beneath Summer Night’s Harvest]? Some other overly pompous description of your impotent magic?” She was still crying, sobbing into her missing hands. “Your magic is weak. Your people are weak, and they will not survive the coming war. I hope that you’ve learned a valuable lesson on attempting to exist in the hu
