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"Then we must make haste, Godking." As Robyn sped her horse off the Godking laughed. It was the first time that he had actually laughed in months. It was humorous to see a woman with so much energy. Women in Khalidor were lifeless and dull. He kicked at his horse to ride faster since she already gained a head start.

The streets were scattered a bit with pieces of broken buildings and occasional corpses. Fires burned in the distance and soldiers flocked the alleyways carrying buckets of water to prevent them from spreading. Wanehope yielded his horse when he came across a child looting a corpse in the street. The boy was startled, even more shocked when the man on the horse tossed him a small pouch of silver. "Keep it." He told the boy before he rode off.

They arrived at the castle shortly after and instead of stabling his horse, Wanehope instead rode inside the castle. Inside, almost ready to leave, was the royal family and their servants. All seemed fine except that the royal ambassador was accompanying them. Normally he would be fine with it but that man had insulted him before. He signaled two soldiers to take hold of that man.

"Get off me!" The man shouted, terrified of what may happen. "I am the royal ambassador!"

"So you are." Wanehope began. "I remember that after a border clash and we treated that I demanded that Labrador surrendered the Hudson Valley. After refusing to that you responded by saying that I was an egomaniacal, slackjaw tyrant. Slackjaw? Well I remember insults well and I always repay them." He turned to his men with a viscous smile. "Tie him up and hang him by his feet!" The soldiers quickly did so and the Godking spoke over his enemy's screaming. "This room is quite dark is it not! Best add some lighting." He shot a small firebolt from his hand at the hanging ambassador and the man shrieked as he caught on fire.

The Godking turned to the old king, his mood much less calm then before. "You know what?! Forget about being proper, we are barbarians are we not?" He came closer to the old king and spoke calmly. "Your daughters are now mine. Your wife is now mine. Your son will slave for me to the end of his days. Your kingdom will serve my line until the end of days. Know that all that you have ever loved has been taken by me. Before you leave this city I shall riddle you with scars and once in the South you will tell of the atrocities that you are about to witness. Prepare yourself for this is your night of reckoning."