Justice(1)
Bending on his knees, Daneel tapped the giant's head, worried that the man might be dead.
He breathed out a sigh of relief when the dwarf king's eyes fluttered open and looked around groggily, before finally zeroing in on him… and adopting the look of one seeing a stranger.
"Who…" He began to ask weakly, before a fit of coughing overtook his gigantic body. Daneel stepped back as buckets of blood and spittle spewed out of his mouth, coming to land on the floor and on a few unfortunate dwarves who grimaced and shook their bodies to get rid of it.
The throne room was quiet. The Will of the town was quite weak, but it had been the easiest thing to influence the weak individuals around him. The only one who had been remotely difficult to control had been the crimson-clothed man, but after increasing the aura a bit more, he had collapsed, too, and had had no option but to stay silent as he was tied up with the weight of a mountain bearing down on his shoulders.