Entirely unperturbed by Deimos' attitude, the squat old man takes a bold step forward, glaring up into the General's face. "I wanna know what you're plannin' to do about all these Ascended." He positively hisses the last word, wadding up another glob of phlegm to spit expressively. "Everyone knows they're bloodsuckin' monsters, but I don't see anythin' gettin' done. It ain't natural an' it ain't right."
He takes another step forward and lowers his voice conspiratorially. "At least the monster queen got what she deserved, eh? Good job on that one, General. Everyone knows it was you who made the door." His brown eyes glitter hatefully.
He takes another step forward and lowers his voice conspiratorially. "At least the monster queen got what she deserved, eh? Good job on that one, General. Everyone knows it was you who made the door." His brown eyes glitter hatefully.
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