Kor had spent the entire night enjoying his new chair, which entailed mostly sitting in it and asking the imps that passed by which pose looked more menacing. Eventually, he started ordering the imps to squat in front of him and act as foot stools, but he found that they were too bony to act as a decent cushion. [i]Maybe that's what humans are good for...[/i] he mused, but before he could experiment any further, Athinar called, apparently with a new mission. It was about time; he was getting hungry.

Kor silently rose from his chair, dismissing the latest footstool imp, and calmly walked over to where Athinar was beckoning for him. Already the minions were engaging in their ridiculous shenanigans. The naughty kitty was refusing to appear in person, Azarvan thought it prudent to tread on the cat's pride and propose how he ought to use his troops, and the ghost girl mistook Athinar for a horse. Kor was glad that nobody could see the grin behind his helmet and wondered if blood would be spilled before they even got to the village.