"Aherm… Sooo… How are we going to go about this?" Jaral Cribler was the first to actually speak, his heterochromatic eyes brought about from unnatural means looking at each of his contemporaries, of course, the four greater warlords had had to come together and assemble around a round table, which still had cobwebs upon it after being hastily rolled out of wherever it had been, the very different lords had just been throwing glares at one another for the past ten minutes or so.
Well, perhaps it wasn't only consisting of glares, Alisart Cleavster shifted uncomfortably.
"Will you stop staring into my soul woman and licking your teeth woman?! You god awful creep-"
