In the throne room, Zerath sipped dark tea from a black goblet. A general knelt before him.
"Three hero scouts were slain near the southern wall."
"Shall we retaliate, my lord?"
At that moment, Jinn bounced in, out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late! I got stuck in a shoe."
Silence. All eyes turned to him.
"Why is the slime in this war meeting?" the general asked.
"He amuses me," Zerath said flatly.
Jinn edged closer to Zerath's throne.
"Okay but like... what's my actual job here?"
"You're the spy-slime."
"I'm a WHAT?!"