Nyllian chuckled, eyeing him with an amused smirk with his uncomfortable distancing from her. Like Avorra, Nyllain was also hungry. She hungered for more corpses, farming them for battle or to just mildly inconvenience the peasantry. It amused her how they fled, only to be chopped down by a long deceased loved one. Regardless, she was not hungry for real food, her appetite ruined from countless years begging for scraps in the dungeons of Antiva. She’d nibble at it later, slipping it into a pouch across her waist.
She could never understand the need for the paperwork though. Perhaps because she had no experience with such things and her education limited to the point that even her reading comprehension was stunted. It was merciful, the God of Death had whispered secrets and tricks to pratice with. Turning towards the undead sentry, Nyllian wordlessly called the Revenant over. “I assume we are tarrying here a little longer because of your little report?” she’d scoff, rolling her eyes a little. “You think that’s going to get you into Daddy’s good graces? What does he care how many are dead, they barely matter at all when I repurpose them.”
She could never understand the need for the paperwork though. Perhaps because she had no experience with such things and her education limited to the point that even her reading comprehension was stunted. It was merciful, the God of Death had whispered secrets and tricks to pratice with. Turning towards the undead sentry, Nyllian wordlessly called the Revenant over. “I assume we are tarrying here a little longer because of your little report?” she’d scoff, rolling her eyes a little. “You think that’s going to get you into Daddy’s good graces? What does he care how many are dead, they barely matter at all when I repurpose them.”
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