586 Fake Scars (Part One)

Before Tycondrius and his companions could burn down the Church temple, an adventuring company walked out from an adjacent road. There were dozens of them, all wearing military Tyrion armor and carrying long, rectangular shields.

However... one of their number flew a strange banner with a familiar symbol. He'd seen it before on Ptolema's armor... a stylized dragon's head on a red backdrop.

"Sons of Qotal," Tycon remarked. 

"[They reek of heresy,]" Zenon added.

"[LEADER. I REQUEST GROUND-BEEF PATTIES WITH BREAD FOR LUNCH,]" Korr boldly declared. 

The three of them were about to engage in lethal combat and she was thinking of her next hot, delicious, expertly-cooked meal. 

"Stay on topic, young lady," Tycon chided.

"[...I WOULD COMMIT GENOCIDE FOR GROUND-BEEF PATTIES WITH BREAD FOR LUNCH.]"

At least she was consistent.