The Dragon Vein Ogre Mage Ramp had been waiting for a long time, and now he lazily flew over from the city, landing with a thud.
It was clear that his Flight Magic had improved significantly, as he could now control it freely.
Ramp greedily eyed the unconscious mages, saliva nearly dripping from his menacing mouth. For him, and indeed for the entire Ashen Kingdom, each mage was a valuable, reusable resource.
Yes, resources—the vast spell knowledge in the mages' minds and their incredibly wise brains were extremely useful to Ramp.
Ramp approached the Red Dragon, his face brimming with the joy of a bountiful harvest. He respectfully said:
"Congratulations, Master, Your wisdom shames me. You managed to round up these rats hiding in the gutters."
Cassius nodded slightly.
"These mages are yours to handle. Make good use of their worth, let them become assets of the Ashen Nest."
"Yes, Master."
Ramp grinned, unable to hide the grotesque smile on his ugly face.
