Geron sighs dramatically.

This would make such a mess for the servants to clean up. Hopefully the rain would do most of the work.

"Hmm. I wanted to make a speech, but there doesn't seem to be much to motivate the masses to do. And none of these wretches look worth gloating over. Oh well, round up any survivors and we'll see what enjoyment we can get out of them."

Still, all the red was somewhat enjoyable to look at. Maybe he'd have the robes the priests wore gathered up, cleaned, and woven into something. He couldn't recall if he'd set anyone the task of creating a blood-based dye but made a mental note to do so if he hadn't.