#dormund

Andra: I want to see him crawl at my feet forever.

Andra: Like the pathetic worm that he is.

Andra: But for that, I need one of you. It's a complex spell. It hasn't been attempted in over a hundred years, according to my old spellbook. I can't do it alone.

Andra: This worm tried to trick us. He sent us on a wild Bruk chase, and as it turns out, he was the traitor all along.

Lef: So Bruk is innocent? I knew something was off, he would never have stolen from us-

Andra: *ignores him* But some good did come out of it. This whole affair helped me to get rid of a Merchant who was plotting rebellion. Two traitors with one stone. *chuckles*

Marek: This is madness, I don't even know what you're talking about, but it sounds like a terrible idea.

Andra: Oh boo hoo. How unexpected. Moaning Marek doesn't want to help.

Andra: What about you Dormund? A chance to prove yourself? Work some real magic?

Dormund: *shaking* I'm... I'm not worthy...

Andra: Spirits be good. I'm surrounded by weaklings. *turns to Lef* What about you, brother?

Ivan: Please Dormund! My friend! My old friend! I'm begging you, please kill me now!

Dormund: *trying to step back, disgusted*

Marek: Andra, he's suffered enough! Let's finish it quickly. If you want to make an example out of him, we'll just display his body.

Andra: Oh, I'm already doing that with the Merchant and her father. It's good to cull a few heads in the herd once in a while, to remind the cattle who's holding the knife. But this one... This one was part of the inner circle. A simple execution won't cut it.