User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-25808351-20161121045411/@comment-28358106-20161121161425

Heloise is slightly startled by the draining of the bottle. Cyndwella licks her fingers and blushes, draping herself over the top of the throne so that she is looking at Hound upside-down.

"Only one, Destroyer.  And I would like to see which of the two of you has the bigger...sword.   Hehehehe - AACK!"

Victivius casually reaches up and plucks Cyndwella's detached head from her body and tosses it away, into the dark. The other wives snicker as her body rolls off and stumbles around, feeling around for it.

"I am no half-breed, wife."

The chalice floats from the table and into the hands of the Dark Lord.

'"It pleases me to see that there are those who do not forget their manners.  When last we spoke, circumstances were...less than ideal." '