From the outside, the scene of the priest shaking hands with the prime ministers looked calm and ordinary.
But a closer look would reveal the hideous grin on the priest's face as his tongue lengthened and slowly licked the side of his mouth.
These people are delicious. True delicacies. Even more delicious than the foreigners. It must be because their magic is stronger than that of most people in this city.
As each prime minister fell and became infected, Lawrence felt the intense delight of the Ice Dwellers. Their pleasure fueled their hunger. They wanted to attack more, grow stronger, and kill the rest.
Lawrence sensed how eager they were to obey him, especially after such a feast.
He ordered the Ice Dwellers to follow the daily routines of the prime ministers.
They were on their way to the morning court.
