Deliann truly believes that the fundamental purpose of the Ankhanan Empire is to defend Home against fuckers like you. Like us. Remember that it was his grandfather who forged the
Try to imagine what that war will be like. They won’t be coming to conquer; we’ve got nothing they need. They’ll be coming to
Between them and you, all you’ve got is me.
This is what I bring to the table:
The Smoke Hunt still exists, so I’m still an Agent of Khryl. No matter how much Markham hates me, he can’t touch me publically. Pretty much every Khryllian I meet has to kiss my ass, and the Soldiers of Khryl are still the finest fighting force in the history of either world. I’ve got a Khryllian Knight in my pocket. I’ve got Kierendal believing I’m on her side. I’ve got an Esoteric strike team that’s probably in place already, which is commanded by a woman who worships me as a god. I’m the goddamn boogeyman of the ogrilloi, my brother is
Not to mention that I am, all modesty aside, the Hand of Ma’elKoth.
I can get you out from under the Khryllians. When I’m done, you’ll have
I can stop the war. Or, y’know, win it.
This is what I want:
I want my job back.
Not Acting. I guess you could say I want Faller’s job. Better yet: I want to be his boss. Call it Director of Overworld Operations. I want an iron-clad lifetime contract, along with a full wipe-the-fucking-record-clean pardon for any and all prior acts.
I know you don’t trust me. The beauty is that you don’t
Think it over. Take your time.
I’ve got nowhere I have to be.