Sea of Spawns

The Vale King could not keep his smile off his face watching Ashara run a spear through the man's bottom-up through his body till it exited out his mouth outside the manor gates. The winds carried the scent of blood across Vastaroph as the man—the Spy— gargled on the iron spear. He would not die soon. Maybe in a week, possibly two, if no one aided him. There would be some, of course, Forsaken whose single job for the next month it was to keep this man alive. 

The man had been a spy sent by Silos, the foolish king, who did not seem to know his place. A warning had already been sent, yet the fool thought it wise to send someone to spy on him. He had two options. Ignore the offense or react, taking away something Silos loved. A wife, a child, a brother, a sister—the possibilities were limitless.