The Shaman floated around the study come laboratory, deep in conversation with itself.
“I know black is great for evening wear but really, for everything? Even weddings?”
“I don’t see the problem, last week you said it was great because it looked slimming”
“You just like it because it makes you look mean and ruthless”
“I am mean and ruthless, how do think we have held the field for so long?”
“Don’t take all the credit and don’t let the King hear you say that either. These guys are born warriors. They have a 500 percent mental head start before the other army even know what they’ve gotten themselves into”
“Yes , I must admit the competition to date hasn’t been that much of a challenge. We’ll have to see if this new challenger is up to the task I suppose”
“Hmm, well I’m off to see the Amazonia, they’re having their physicals and I best be there for the mind scans to make sure everyone is in line with King’s rule”
“Ummm, do you mind if I come and have a peek to make sure everything’s up to scratch?”
“Pervert, I can’t wait until battle day when I can stop sharing this body with you”
The third most powerful figure of the army of the Black Spear (some even whisper the most) left the room arguing with itself.