It was certainly amusing to see the women bonding with each other. I gave everyone some space as I approached the growing pile of plunder I had won in this war.
A dwarf was busy organizing the teams working on it. Unlike the women, the men congratulated me once and went back to work.
"Addison, what have you got for me?"
"We've got a bunch of monster and zombie corpses. They were the bodies that Savior smuggled in, so we got good money. We also have the reaper corpses lined up over there."
I looked around and noticed a few faces that I recognized. The body of the fat bastard Machiavelli was particularly gruesome. He had bones showing from being burned so badly. His lackeys, the kid and the grandpa, were also in pieces.
I couldn't help but notice the expressions of those who still had faces. Their faces were distorted with agony. At least for the Wraiths. The Phantoms all had lifeless expressions, like dolls.
