Last time, one of them threw up on my boot. I’m not impressed.
Kirtu strains, both bony arms wrapped around the lever. Sweat flies off his brow. The lever doesn't move.
You pull the lever, or I send the Shadow Hounds. Again. kirtu comic
No.
Kirtu lets go. He pulls a crumpled, half-eaten list from his loincloth. Last time, one of them threw up on my boot
A long, silent beat. The red eyes blink. Slowly, a gnarled, clawed hand emerges from the cave, holding a single, sad-looking sausage on a fork.
…What?
Kirtu heaves the lever with impossible strength. The ground shakes. Somewhere, a distant castle explodes. Kirtu is already walking away, munching the sausage, the helmet still over his eyes.