He stared idly at the bodies on the floor as he dropped it on the floor. The floor was wet and stained in several places; the room reeked of blood and sweat and excrement. Before long, the bodies would start to smell as well. Four men lay unmoving against the far wall, a fifth at his feet. All were covered in blood, most of it coming from the empty sockets where their eyes had been. One eye lay before the fireplace. His last throw had fallen a bit short—it was that which had finally made the last Illussor talk. Five Illussor in total, taken one by one. At least twice what was normal for the time of year. He'd thought it strange that so many would be camped out along the border. It was almost as if they were waiting for something. Or someone. Three someones, he had learned—and four had shown up. Interesting, interesting. Tawn couldn't wait to see the expressions on the faces of his Brothers when he told them their favorite servant was a traitor, as was their newest member—the silly toy soldier they had sent to kill Krians.
