Book 7. Chapter 25: To'Orda the less wise
“I swear on all that is gold, if you’re going to make me work for the fucking meal you gave your word on doing already, I’m biting my knife right here, right now.” Drakonis said, arms flat against his chest.
This was a genuine threat to everything To’Orda had worked for, and the Feather found himself immediately worried for his future peace. His rock did not share that sentiment.
“The stones on this human.” It huffed. “Unbelievable. Give any of them an inch and they run off with the entire ruler.”
“Ruler’s part of the deal, you swore on it.” The Deathless said with a kind of manic grin that only the absolute bold could possibly sport.
“We weren’t talking about getting you as a minion, damn narcissistic demi-twerp.” The rock clarified. “Your little flock of animals following around you all the time. That’s who. We get them to do the food stuff for us. They’re animals like you right? They eat the same thing too.”
If To’Orda didn’t have lessers to delegate to because of To’Avalis’s convoluted schemes, then he’d find other minions in the most unlikely of places.
Drakonis raised an eyebrow at all that. “You want to get the Odin to help do the work for you?” He walked over to a rock and leaned against it, as if getting comfortable for the show. “Not a bad idea. So, what are you going to give them if they help you out?”
“Nnnn…” He hadn’t considered that. The lessers would simply follow orders when he gave them. He would follow orders when To’Sefit gave them. This was all getting needlessly convoluted.
He waved his rock, poking the image generator to start talking. “And what do the birds want? Quit playing coy with us pal, we know you.”