“Hello, dark little one,” greeted Rurek, his voice surprisingly cheerful. “I’ve realized everything! Only in a strong alliance can we save Ikazkan from the treachery of the cheesemakers! Enough of this pointless hatred! It’s time to hate with purpose! I want to join your organization, Osh!”
The Temple didn’t become any less gloomy... It turned out to be a good burial ground for Ony’s enemies.
Oh, 3578...