Chapter 61: Nedrag

When one entered another person's home, the Naga thought to himself, as he surveyed his wall with weapons, they took their shoes off.

They brought a plate, he thought, as his fingers brushed a morningstar.

Or a houseplant, and, oh, how he would have liked to add one to his garden…

He let the morningstar go.

No. Too merciful, too quick.

For his guests had done something that he could not forgive. Not only had they not done a single of the basic things he had been thinking about, but he also thought to himself, as he gripped the most dangerous goblin dagger in existence.

One so jagged, that once between your ribs, could never be taken out. Eating away at your mana, killing you slowly.

A dagger which was outlawed in the entire world. That no goblin dared to make anymore.

He snorted.

No, even that was too merciful. Besides, it lacked reach.

He hummed to himself.