"Certainly. Though I would like to be reunited with my loyal warriors, quickly if possible," said Rebat. The situation he left was tense, that he knew. He can only hope that his soldiers were not already slaughtered where they stood by an angry mob, or worse.
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"May Arda give me her blessing," Ardasa whispered, staring up at the statue. She at her full height was now taller than the carving, but in this kneeling position, there was no doubt who had the authority. It stared down at her, challenging her to take the position. She would never dare. She liked it that way. Her namesake was the goddess of steel, the steel that won glory in battle. Both a commander and a caretaker at once, she was the mother that all kobold aspired to be. "I wonder what it will be like, once I am eaten by Hetuis," she hummed. "After I brave the ordeals of his stomach, I am released into the afterlife. Will I dance with the gods?" She looked over at Kali with a friendly grin, hoping to find some validation in her theological musings.