Violence was always the sharpest intimidation tool.
After turning Malish Mo and his men into swords and shields using his spark, horrifying the entire camp, most others suddenly became much more talkative and friendly.
Unfortunately, none had any information about Uriel's whereabouts, much to his chagrin.
Most of them, though, warned of the consequences of killing Malish and the future issues that would bring about, namely the Mountain King and his general's wrath.
Enoch didn't care, though. Not in the least.
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SHAH!
Enoch found a small secluded corner and sat down, leaning against the rough onyx walls of the hall, sighing as his mind churned.
Chatter echoed loudly, fires lit all over the hall as hundreds of groups formed. From their abode marks, they brought out meat and ingredients and began to cook.
Others sold their services, offering to use their sparks to mend gear, heal bodies, provide medication, food, and much more.
