DAEMON
"I've been itching for some action, put me to work already, your majesty." Marcus said with a flamboyant bow that did nothing to betray the darkness sewn shut on his face.
Marcus had finally arrived at the Arctic North that afternoon with a thousand elite soldiers of the DireWolf Pack. Daemon could slowly see his plans taking shape but there was still so much to do, and out of them, finding the ten million grams of gold gave him the most headache.
Despite Fionna's confidence in breaking Lykom Lupus they had made no headway. A total of two hundred and forty tortures were meted on the man by the relentless and ruthless Red Hand before he finally broke. However, the only information the man had only set them on a fucking goose chase that was nothing short of an annoyance.
