The Overlord of the Blood Desert ignored the cries for help of the kidnapped, the death throes of the wounded, and the desperate prayers of those who still charged toward the Starry Lagoon village.
"What are we doing? Those people are getting slaughtered!" Morok was the first to snap out of his daze.
He tried to cover Garrik's eyes and turn his little brother's head away, but Morok discovered that the young Fomor wasn't there anymore, and so was anyone young and impressionable enough to be scarred by the massacre.
"Careful, Morok." Jirni had never fallen into a daze, she just didn't care. "We are guests here, and the law of the Desert is different from our own. If these two tribes invoked a trial by combat to resolve a dispute, meddling in their conflict might get you into trouble.
"We can't afford to overstep our boundaries."
"Thanks, Jirni." The Tyrant looked at Salaark's stony expression and felt his blood run cold. "Overlord?"
