"Go. Say goodbye to the shadow of your past. The ordeal your body has endured over the past while will be over before the next dawn. Hogg, my friend, this is a momentous occasion, so I'll leave you two to reminisce."
Murphy's voice came through the communicator in the Sage Wolf Armor, and the gnoll Hogg nodded as he piloted the power armor into the World Forge.
He knew what Lord Murphy meant. It was just that he couldn't help thinking what an energetic vampire Lord Murphy was.
Hey!
Don't think I can't hear the breathy moans of Lady Triss beside you just because you're keeping your voice down, all right? You vampires really are hopeless. Every rumor about your debauched midnight revels is true! You lot always spend every midnight carousing until dawn before finally calling it quits.
Tsk. A Creator's Chosen immersed in lust really had no dignity at all, Lord Murphy!
Hogg made a little snide remark to himself, but he didn't stop walking.
Romance and all that wasn't especially interesting to Hogg. Gnolls only went into heat twice a year, and outside those periods, they were perfectly normal. Besides, the power Hogg now wielded in the gnoll kingdom was so important and tempting that he no longer needed to indulge in such childish pleasures.
Well, Hogg sure talked tough with his pants on.
"Stop daydreaming and take me there. Let me meet my end."
Phile's voice echoed in Hogg's mind. The King of the Gnawed Bones, who had always been tough and fierce, seemed to have grown gentler with his farewell so close at hand.
He urged Hogg on, and Hogg quickened his pace.
The Sage Wolf Armor clanked against the ground as they passed through the World Forge's bustling manufacturing sector. Walking among the enormous