Wolf unhoods the lantern. The room is awash in gore and sprawled dead soldiers. Chant doesn’t appear to have any blood on her, and she’s smiling sweetly at the King from across the room.
“About that raise? 2)
She holds up a needle-dagger beside her smile. There are two fresh-dripping human eyeballs skewered on it.
The King shudders, but he’s not the crowned head of Neverune for nothing.
He shakes his head. “Not my preferred cuisine.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 5, 2020
“Not my preferred cuisine.”
