Its agitation worsened as it spoke. The skin along its neck split further, pulling away from the bone. Gray ichor seeped where muscle should have been. Mana leaked erratically from its frame.
"We paid for this conquest with our minions, and now the spoils are gone! You stole from us. From the Covenant. From Elvardia."
Quinlan shrugged, dismissing the fervent accusations with his body language alone.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was fighting inside Greyhaven, facing mighty enemies. There was an archmage of the wind element who didn't go down easily, and he wasn't alone."
The lich's jaw creaked as it ground tighter.
Quinlan went on, unhurried. "If slave quarters were destroyed during that chaos, it's possible they got caught in the crossfire. Or maybe they weren't destroyed by me at all. Elvardian cannon fire did a lot of structural damage once the barrier fell."
