"How did you do it?" Rhovan asked Thirteen.
"You forgot to call me Sir," Thirteen replied.
"How did you do it, Sir?" Rhovan inquired, gritting his teeth. "Please tell me how you gained control of my Great Killing Array."
Now that the Blackfang Dominion and Venom Heart Cabal had become part of Thirteen's Private Army, Rhovan went to find him to press him for answers.
"And what makes you think that I will tell you how I did it?" Thirteen asked back.
"I'll do anything you want, so please, tell me," Rhovan pleaded. "I've been unable to sleep properly since you took control over the killing formation I spent years making."
Thirteen looked at the Great Wolfkin Shaman, who indeed looked very sleep-deprived.
Dark circles hung beneath Rhovan's golden eyes, and his once-proud mane had lost its luster. The wolfkin's robes were wrinkled as if he hadn't changed for days, and the faint smell of burnt incense clung to him.
