Thratvar was standing in front of seven swords brimming with the power of controlled Blight. His order was finally ready and he was rather pleased with the results – it was time to distribute the prototypes.
"You called for us?" David entered the chamber, followed by the six other knights, and surprisingly, Tharosk.
"Yes, although I don't recall including the Ravager in my request." He looked at the Blightborn in question.
"I came to observe, is it not allowed?" Tharosk raised an eyebrow.
Thratvar had to admit that after the Blight suppression the Ravager's personality changed quite significantly – he was no longer the hot-headed simpleton he observed all those weeks ago, but a calm and calculating person with a surprising aptitude for Blight-related powers.
Yet another proof that they should be the one controlling the corruption, not the other way around.
"You may do as you wish, just don't interfere with the process."
