"Oh, that thing again." I tsked. "What do you want from me? Show off to people?"
The Master of Sin raised a brow and sat back in his seat. "Not if you don't want to. As far as organisation of things goes, we have a more immediate and important problem. We are expecting plenty of guests, and the resources of Dis are barely enough to feed those who already live there. I ordered the guards to put the useless rabble from the streets to the meat grinders, so that will give us some something to eat—but we have a much harder time with things to drink. Meat can be preserved, but blood cannot, and gathering water from bodies is a hard and barely worth it process. We normally keep some people alive just for gathering blood from them, but they require guarding, and if I were to order to save as much as I suspect we will need, there won't be enough guards to keep the order in the city."
