Role

Chapter 6

In the course of his slaughter, the victims dried up, although he lost count
exactly of how many he'd slain. About ten. Unfortunately in the process of
perfecting 'how to not get killed by your servitors' he got killed by his
servitors. A lot.

Vashnalar, a blood-oath, convinced him that he'd have a better time reaching
his goal by advancing to the fourtieth title and learning how to summon
nightgaunts. While it was clear the anti-paladin just wanted help with
acquiring souls for her weapon, Sekhmette found himself more than a little
flattered by the blunt fire giant's words of praise and respect for him. So
tall and strong! He gave most of his treasury to her, earning her citizenship,
and set to work.

Someone specific to be useful for...and it didn't hurt that she seemed
practically Destuvian herself judging by the flawless state of her armour and
apparel. While her words were terse and laconic, they were always
intelligible, so Sekhmette finds himself more than a little fond of the new
Black Servant and hopes, now that the High Priestess has aided him in
acquiring the secrets of the nightgaunts, to feed her.

Maybe in more ways than one.