Ikenga's lips curled into a dry, knowing smile. "A demon preaching about order isn't a normal sight," he said, his voice laced with a subtle sarcasm. "It should be scorned if heard."
Zarvok scoffed, the sound a low, rumbling growl. "I never said I liked order, only that order serves me best at times like this. We demons have the luxury of choice, meaning we can follow order if necessary and the other side if necessary."
Zarvok's smirk deepened. "Lady Tiamat, huh? Your world must be better than I thought, having dragons in it."
The comment was met with a sharp glare from Ikenga, who immediately shifted the topic back to the pressing matter at hand. "It's time we hasten our approach to taking this world."
Zarvok sighed, a long, weary exhalation. "I was discussing the same with my generals before you came in. You know 'Mother' is our goal, but we have to do it in a way that isn't too obvious. That's been easy up until now, but as we've gotten closer, it's gotten harder."
