The work was done.
Apparently she had been illusioned while she waited her death, holding onto a sliver of hope, and that a savior of some kind would come by to save her, she was a silly woman after all, or perhaps death made all silly and stupid in hopes to survive, or rather to cope.
"Now that that's over, onto the next plan. Who has she been contacting?" I said as I watched my wyverns chew the bones of the corpses, getting rid of every trace of them ever physically existing. I was quite meticulous in making sure nothing of hers, her daughters, grandchildren and flimsy excuses for guards remained.
"Hmmm… I do wonder how the other nobles are, chances are we will be seeing them soon, what do you think Black?" The moving thing of shadows raised a jutting structure that was like a long finger, pondering.
