(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"How about I just demonstrate my power on this one man? Show you how
serious I am and how I can sunder your entire court if I have to. It'd save both
of us a great deal of time, resources, and yammering, wouldn't you say?"
"Enough! Enough, you wight! I agree! PLEASE, I agree!" It wasn't the fear for
the lives of his men that made Pharod agree, nor was it simple, pure reason.
I knew the look in his eyes well, as I've seen it many times in the eyes of men
who betrayed their companions, from prisoners who killed their cellmates for
food they had squirreled away. Pharod agreed only because he was afraid of
what I might do to HIM.
It served my purposes just fine. The thug dropped to the floor in a clank of
armor and scurried away.
"Thank you, Your Highness," I bowed politely, "I'm sure you'll find my terms
most agreeable."
~~~~~
I swallowed hard, shaking the rest of the memory off. "I'm- I'm sorry about
your people, Pharod. That wasn't me... but if I can make up the loss to you, I
will."
Pharod tsked. "No matter, their bodies served me well enough. The Dusties
pay the same for fresh deaders as for old..."
How long ago did I first meet him? Ten years? Twenty? Strange how the
most horrific acts can cool in such a short time. What sympathy I did have
was bleeding away if he treated his companions so callously, "Was that the
only reason you agreed to my request?"
"You knew things about me... things only I knew. You knew I was greedy for
somethin' beneath Sigil, and you put a name and picture to it: the bronze
sphere, you said. I didn't think you would fetch it for me..." He chuckled.
"Yet did you? Aye. The Planes turn in strange ways..."
"And that's all you know?"
"All I know? Nay... but it's all I know about you, corpse."
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