Upon that throne sat the green, brute figure of the Ogre King, who made sure to make herself comfortable.
She just sat there, resting her chin on one fist and staring at Damon and the eleven elves that came with him.
She merely let out an inaudible puff, not moving a muscle and saying any other thing afterwards.
Her eyes were cold and calculating, locked onto Damon and his group with amusement.
Grave silence lingered between both parties for several seconds before the Ogre King finally broke it with the sluggish clapping of her hands.
"I've been expecting you," she said, sitting up on her throne.
As she sat up, the eleven surviving elves of Damon's squad shifted back a few steps with their hands trembling even as they held weapons of different kinds.
"You have guts. I give you that,' she commended Damon's courage. "Entering my domain like that takes quite a lot of grit."
