Several days later, Ruvan gathered his closest companions and requested an audience with Darfin to request permission to lead a raid. He scouted out ahead of time for a group traveling close enough to their camp for an easy ambush.

“Come in.”

Ruven entered the large tent, letting his eyes wander over the harem Darfin gained from previous raids. When one got pregnant, Darfin would kick them out and find a replacement. He could see the appeal but had no interests besides causing pain and growing his power.

“Sir. I located a group traveling within striking range. I’m sure there are a few that would be useful to you. Permission to lead a raid?”

Who said he couldn’t pretend to act subservient when it benefited him? Regardless, Darfin’s time to die would...

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