Meanwhile, just a few meters away, Tezka had just reached the children’s bedroom.
He had walked his way there without. Warping to have the time to think and cover his inner turmoil as best as he could.
I don’t want them to see me upset. This is the consequence of my actions and I won’t let it spill on them and burden them with my pain. The Suneater thought as his expression turned as cold and hard as steel.
“Did anything happen during my absence?” He asked the four Eldritches stationed at the four corners of the room.
“No, Lord.” Ghazul the Flesh Monger swallowed hard even though it was physically useless. “Not even insects were allowed access. It’s been a quiet night.”
“Good.” Tezka nodded.
His snout was a stone mask and his voice deadpan but everything about him sounded like a promise of pain. The guards were loyal followers of the Master but they were scared nonetheless.
Every muscle fiber and blood vessel of the Suneater was as taught as a bowstring ready to release a dart and the Eldritches felt like a bullseye. Tezka was ready to pounce and they were eager not to become his prey.
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