"You shameless old fool! You've been eyeing my gold for ages. Even if I die, I won't let you take a single coin that belongs to me! Don't even think about it!"
Varn: "..."
The Bone Dragon looked warily at Renjiro. "Your Majesty, the Elf King... you don't want my gold coins, do you?"
Renjiro ignored the Bone Dragon.
It wasn't the skull dragon's small collection he wanted; he needed huge amounts of gold.
Renjiro turned back to Varn. "I need lots and lots of gold coins. You will command the undead to attack the lands of those human nobles. They are very rich."
Varn nodded slowly. "I understand, Your Majesty!"
Renjiro added lightly, "And perhaps, one day, my elf army will have to fight your undead!"
"Fight?"
Varn's expression changed drastically.
His Majesty... maybe he wanted more than just gold. Maybe he wanted human cities too.
As for a war between the elf army and his undead... that would definitely just be for show.
