Rylan sat on the bed, continuously rubbing an animal skin towel on his arm. When Moharm just returned, he saw Rylan throwing the skin towel into the fire.
"What's wrong? Did the young Chief get handsy with you again?"
"It wasn't Adrian," Rylan said irritably. "If it were Adrian, I would be less annoyed. It was just those beastmen warriors under his command; they really need to take a look in a puddle of their own piss to see what kind of trash they are! Papa, when is Daddy coming to pick us up? I can't take it anymore!"
With the former Obsidian beastmen for comparison, and Sane as the standard, Rylan looked at Cipher's group and found them entirely repulsive. The whole bunch took that young Chief as a role model, embracing Sub-Beasts left and right, making people sick.
