Two Killers, One Lasagna

"Am I the only one left? Hello? Might the gods help me, I am the only member of the council that wasn't partaking in slave buying?" Yriel spoke aloud to the few assistant mages present, even the assistants had seen a rather large decrease in their numbers, but that was mostly because they had the unfortunate habit of remaining close to their boss, making them targets of opportunity for the mad woman.

A few of the casters that had been slaughtered in the underground meeting room had been part of the city council, but only a handful, Yriel hadn't been aware that slaves were so commonly shipped into Weafewand, it was honestly disconcerting how little he knew of the trades taking place in the shadows.