I shook my head. Both of those trains of thought were wrong. Thinking like that was what had gotten me into trouble in the past. It didn’t matter if I was frightened, the kobolds believed in me. And it didn’t matter if I didn’t get any powers from them at all, because I now had an obligation as a deity to watch out for them. Obligations were what Orcus was all about, and I think I was starting to understand him a bit better now.
I’ll head down to the Undercity later on to spend some time with my new followers, and tomorrow I’ll mourn on the Bright Side. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to try out my newfound healing powers on a comatose necromancer.
~
Also by Nicholas Olivo