"Mmm~now that's more like it. Knew you had some sense," Ragnar said with a smug grin, shooting a glance at Umbradrake as he readily accepted the offer.
Vulturea, her blood-smeared face twisted into a grin, stepped forward with a mock bow. "Happy to be of service."
"Nice." Ragnar was clearly pleased, practically itching to get moving. "Let's go then. Time to hunt down more Xenobeasts and drag those bastards out—I've got some revenge to take."
"Of course," Vulturea replied smoothly.
But off to the side, Bloodveil watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. Something about this whole thing felt… off. The vibe was just wrong.
Umbradrake, of all people, offering to send Vulturea to help Ragnar?
Was he trying to curry favor?
That didn't sound like Umbradrake at all…
Unless… he was afraid of Ragnar's backing in Heartland?
Zombie Kings from other regions of Necroterra did tend to tread carefully around Heartland's influence.
"Forget it…"
