Beam noted the way Lombard was continually drawing attention his way, and he wasn't quite sure whether he liked it or not. Nila was looking at the Captain suspiciously, with narrowed eyes, as if accusing him of something. Tolsey too looked uncomfortable.
"A single boy with the slightest scent of a whore is of no consequence," the mage said dismissively. "With every moment that passes, your souls find themselves drained. Or had you not noticed? The Yarmdon's death, or their life, their victory, or their defeat, it as of no matter to me. For his Lord, the taste of despair as these men fell – that was the sweetness. And now that you have won… I could not have prepared a more delicious offering. Ingolsol's delight is unimaginable."
"False. False. False," Beam heard his fragment of Ingolsol give his disagreement. "Carnage. Death. Carnage, death, despair! I need no souls, no power."
