"It what?" Zethis growled at the messenger who delivered him terrible news.
"The shipment of enchanted weaponry…it has been lost." The messenger whimpered.
They were an impish looking individual and when compared to the massive frame of the king of Alorek, Zethis, they looked even smaller. Zethis stared at the impish looking creature like a wolf would to a baby.
"Cage him with the minotaur…no better, the Sand Wyrms. If he survives the night, he can live." Zethis ordered.
The messenger screamed and begged for his life as a pair of guards dragged him away by his arms. No amount of kicking and screaming could break him free from their clutches. Not only were they much stronger, but the guards knew they would be the ones locked away with the terrifying beasts known as Sand Wyrms.
