Atrox imagined an army of red-furred Blightfur, with their howls and massive jaws, and himself with infernal fire billowing around him at the head, leading them. 'It'll make my conquest rather easier' he thought.
"I don't know where they are. No one does. They vanished, saying they were looking for the Crimson Lord when he stopped answering prayers," Algar said.
Atrox grunted. 'There goes my plan of leading a band of Blightfur warriors'
But he had learned a lot today, more than he expected. Now he knew the inheritance he held was related to the figure he had seen. 'Maybe collecting the full inheritance will make me into a g...'
Atrox shuddered and discontinued such thoughts. Instead, he asked, "This Crimson Lord, does he also have a Hellbound and a Duskmire as guardians?"
Algar's eyes widened. "How do you know something like that? They are the other creatures under his command!" He swallowed. "Are you really his Blessed?"
