This planet and its simple species will devour itself whole in a matter of years unless a strong, guiding hand shows them the way.
That is why I am here. You may thank me later.
Perhaps. Perhaps heβs just too kind a heart beneath his rugged exterior.
He would take on such a weakling? Unlikely it grows to be much use. Heβll have his hands full plenty.
He is so sweet to offer his body in place of another.
Would he prefer she feed the thing to its sire? Perhaps then it would offer up some contribution. It will not last long either way. Now or later. Her hands or the kennel masterβs.
Idly bouncing a club against one gloved palm.
What she intends to use it on remains to be seen.
Perhaps this whining, mewling litter of mutts in the castle kennels.
βNonsense. You are quite well favored in the court for yourβ¦entertainment abilities.β
A gloved hand gestures towards two of the massive guards posted by a heavy door. They enter and return with a squirming denier-of-the-faith. Holding the purple humanoid man steady before >





