The next day had passed by quickly, Ares had very little time to actually chew on what had happened the night before. He was dragging along the slaves, keeping them tied up with ropes and such as the Marching Blades marched behind.
The weight of so many people joining him had filled his mind with such thoughts that he had to shake his head. He would often have to reach back and then shift up a wall around the slaves as some tried to flee.
"If any of you try to flee again, I'll slaughter you. Understood?" He warned them, though he went back to nursing his headache. "Damn it…" Life had become far more complicated. Dragon's Spine already had far too many people living on it already, and he hadn't yet secured it for his people, not in the way he wanted anyway.
