Run to the docks!”
The beastmen discarded their unlocked shackles and took off in a sprint towards the water. He didn’t want Phelps to die in the first puncture; he wanted him to suffer. She reached the docks, gasping for air and grateful for the ground beneath her feet, but she didn’t have time to rest. So what’s it going to be, old man? They don’t die well.”
They finally reached the Knight’s Sheath, sighing in relief as they passed through the gate. “Is that really the last of it?” Alexis asked. The day would always end the same way, with Galvin addressing the crowd with a speech, preaching loyalty and subservience to the kingdom, and violence and condemnation to beastmen, the Profane, and all who dared to criticize him. If I must discard my title, my honor, and my knighthood to do it, then I will.”
“I know you will; it makes you predictable.” Galvin picked up a scroll beside the throne and tossed it at Tarnas.