Closed starter for @noiranamnesis / Muse: Garreth Crane
"He actually fuckin' did it: She's here, my lord."
At the words, the giant hall, filled to the brim with the bustle of warriors and their women silenced immediately. Garreth looked up from the large broadsword in his lap, and the whetstone he'd been in the meticulous process of sharpening it with, to look at the warrior who'd spoken them. He smiled, a gesture that would look warm on most people, but only managed to bring the warlord's cruel streak to the surface. He usually took whatever the hell he wanted from whomever he wanted... but after decades of wreaking havoc, killing indiscriminately, conquering countless cities and expanding his power base, it had almost gotten too easy. At this point, most just gave up without a fight when his army approached. Forcing a man to give up his one and only child in exchange for his own sorry life though? That was a whole other kind of fun.
He nodded his head in recognition after a moment, and almost immediately, the large double doors leading inside the hall were swung open and she was dragged inside by two large warriors dressed in worn leather. All the way through the room, before then being thrown haphazardly on the floor before the large throne-like chair at the the very end. Right where Garreth sat, now casually looking down at her with sadistic amusement in his dark eyes. "Welcome home, slave."