C51 The Conversation in the Tavern

Lee Cann surveyed the severed limbs before him without a hint of discomfort.

The earth was stained with blood, and the flesh of countless victims mingled to form a small stream that meandered across the ground.

Compared to the palace bloodbath he had orchestrated, this was trivial.

A gust of wind swept through, clearing much of the blood's stench from the air.

Lee Cann