Draw Me A Map Of The Capital
"It's just a thing of our race," the oldest and highest in rank general said in such arrogance.
"They are a group of motherf*ckers! I didn't join the paragon program to not become a slave of them!" yet Legend seemed to carry deep hatred towards them.
That was good. After all, we were going to bang on their fancy palaces and kill them all.
"They are our wise advisors!"
"They act like they own us and we are just a bunch of morons!"
"That's not true!"
"Just ask anyone, anyone who dealt directly with them and he or she will tell you the same," Legend scoffed, before his face showed a genuine look of anger and hatred, "they asked paragons to sign contracts of loyalty with them. This is forbidden in our race, and you know that!"
"Don't tell me such a simple thing stopped you from being one!"
"I'm not the dog of anyone! Not even to him!" This kid was easy to get mad, as he pointed in my direction, referring to me.