Though I had been saying gift over and over, the biggest reason I wanted to do this remained that 'Grasslands' pissed me off a fair bit too. But well, the advantage it would give me when I eventually have to negotiate with Qasim would be big. Owe him or not, that person is a fucking jackass, after all. You have to talk to jackasses in the language of jackasses to avoid any jackassery. Wise words.
As I turned around the door of the building, a sight comparable to the carnage in Elisbonear unfolded in front of me.
Blood covered the tracks, from the ground to the trees, from the corspes to the weeds, from the structures to the breeze, everything was corrupted by the scent of blood and the reeking of the organs splayed out all over the place. The guards were comparatively untrained with bad equipment and passionless while the captives were rage filled and malnourished, the result was obvious.