After Q and Mauric had left the pair of dwarves they retreted to the Armoury. One of them had the lustre of destruction shining brightly in her dark eyes. It was not the toys of devastation themselves it what the thoughts of what she could do with them that set her eyes ablaze. The battlerager would seek them out the gift they had given would remind her constantly where she could get far more.
The Doomlord stood by the pits gazing down at the growing pile of heated slag speaking to the red dragon.
"She will come. When she does I want you to take care of her.. needs. Embracing the raptue of destruction is as natural for her as are it to you.But you saw that as clearly as did I."
"Actually you were right and I were wrong. We need a larger hoard so we can distribute it more freely." He suddenly rammed his clawed gauntlet's palm into the mask's forehead grinding the metal against metal in what seemed to be one of his uncontrolled outbursts. "Logistics! Logistics always the logistics!"
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The Awaiting
