The Western Question

Adam rolled his eyes further, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Let me summarise. The lich drained your blood daily in this decrepit temple. Yet, the first thing you want to do after retrieving your freedom is to overthrow the human kingdom. I would have gone with something more... trivial, like a good meal and a delightful night's sleep in the most comfy bed I can find."

Vrashnak's shoulders trembled before his laughter reverberated in the chamber. Then, blood rushed to his eyes, and his jaw clenched as the guttural echo of his voice chilled the air.

"I'll keep it short since you're exhausted. The humans' collaboration with the lich led to my captivity. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. Since the east is barren and overflowing with undead, they flock west to plunder our resources. They kill our warriors and enslave our wives and children."

Without giving Adam time to answer, he stretched his broad palm out.