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Lord Gromgard finds he doesn’t get tired as easily as when he was merely human. After a long day’s plotting, making sure the halflings have been evicted permanently and cleaning up the resulting mess, he has energy enough to pay the Nexus a visit, just out of interest. However, the Blue minion tailing him is doing double duty - watching out for anything magical and experimenting with the lump of stone in its hands, muttering at it and then holding it up to one ear. Sometimes there’s a flicker of blue light from its work.
Though his expression is well-concealed beneath metal and cloth, the young Overlord is pleased with recent progress and perhaps quietly excited about what the next few weeks have in store. He gives a momentary 'hm', axe resting on his shoulder.
What are you best at? he asks, something of his mood sounding through beneath the peculiarities of his dark not-speech. Who did you learn it from?
Though his expression is well-concealed beneath metal and cloth, the young Overlord is pleased with recent progress and perhaps quietly excited about what the next few weeks have in store. He gives a momentary 'hm', axe resting on his shoulder.
What are you best at? he asks, something of his mood sounding through beneath the peculiarities of his dark not-speech. Who did you learn it from?