Adykon sighed. The kobold hybrid still didn't understand. "Reparations? Rughoi, you are lucky that you escape with your life. If anything, you are the one who has reparations to pay. Taking over a city, overthrowing its king, looting its treasury, terrorizing tens of thousands of people, and wrecking dozens if not hundreds of buildings is something to demand compensation over. Now, odds are your followers are going to loot whatever's left to take from Traeton-"

"Like vultures picking meat from the bones of-!"

"-Thank you, Mazdak. As I said, odds are your people will take as much plunder with them as they can carry. That's your 'reparations' right there. Now, if you don't want to be teleported, I can have Aerta find your mother and bring her to you, once we get back to safer area. Battle's not over yet, but the tide has definitely turned."