The blood continues to flow from the open throat as the corpse move her mouth to reply.
The Cleric lords of the temple of All-Consumption, they are reffered as the doom dreamers, they obey the one who controls everything, the All mighty, master of masters, the dark lord.
Then all is silece, few moments pass and you spot Ithiken and Elmo up in the second story, peering from your blasted room.
Hey, Miltiades.
Elmo waves.
I trust your word, tell me what happened
in the meantime, two militia men comes from behind the right wall of the inn to the back yard.
Nasty …
Says one of them and eyes the bodies.
What are you looking at? Take the dead bustards and put'em on a wagon.
shouts Elmo with anger.