"Aww. How cute."
Those words followed a slow clap echoed through the broken forest.
George leaned against a half-split trunk like he had been there the whole time. "The Dominics actually have a soft side, even if only to themselves." He folded his arms. "It is interesting to see.'
Killian slowly turned his head. He glared at the man looking him up and down.
George sighed softly. "Of course, I will get glared at." He pushed off the trunk, walking towards them.
"Anyway, young lady. You can forget about finishing your mission. I already killed the other orcs and that completes your requirement."
Killian's glare softened. He looked around the surroundings, and his eyes fell on the crispy corpse of the orc. Could it have been that these orcs were undergoing mass population control?
He had assumed the reason his sister was sent here was because they were acting weird, but everyone misunderstood how severe their weirdness was.
