With Laurel dropping the hostilities, everything that followed was so smooth that an outside spectator would never have believed a deadly battle had preceded the meeting.
The conclusion earned Liam nothing tangible. The dead centipedes he had stolen had been his only loot, but that didn't imply the absence of compensation, far from it.
Liam saw part of that rip-off while smoking on the floating tent's edge, watching the rocky formation grow distant on the horizon. The number of bony platforms hadn't increased, but a crawling army followed them now.
Fifty level one black centipedes rushed through the sand, led by five level two leaders that wore slave collars. It turned out those magical beasts followed orders as long as superior specimens gave them, so enslaving the stronger ones was enough to control the small army.
