Krag huffed at the witches words, she wished to speak with him? For what purpose would such a weakling have with a superior such as Krag? That was his thought process at least, to Krag very few were his superior. Still, if she wished to speak with him she would come and search him out, until then there were more pressing matters to deal with. Without saying a word to Marcus, Krag turned and headed down off the roof and back to the street that contained his flocks of Graug. The warriors had already moved their captures to the center of the city and were placing them each on their knees in a large circle in the midst of the town square. There was a mixture of men, women and children all huddled together with the odor of fear looming over them like a dark cloud. Standing around the group of prisoners were a dozen Gruag, their weapons hung over their shoulders and their teeth at bare.
As the shadow of Krag enlarged, the crowd shrunk, each person trying their hardest to crawl into themselves just to stay out of his sight. Towering above them, Krag looked over each person with his good eye. As he stared down at them, he sent a telepathic message to the Emperor "I have a group of civilians gathered at the square, what do I do with the weaklings?"
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