With his plans for the immediate future now solidified, Asmodeus turned his attention back to things closer to home. The next few months were sure to bring some amount of turmoil, and he knew that the numbers of his herd had slowly begun to shrink as the days passed. He had watched Skogsra leave and even now was not entirely certain that letting her go had been the right move. He had never intended to become a jailor - hence his apathy in pursuing her - but having something, anything to hold over Nyimara's head would have been monumentally preferable to what they had now. He had to walk a tightrope daily to avoid getting caught in a stalemate with the silver-tongued mare.

Those that remained seemed content enough, if not exactly happy. Goldenrod kept mostly to herself, as did Xafira and Octavius. Thus, he was somewhat surprised to see the massive brute standing along a commonly traversed path as if seeking company. Asmodeus paused a moment before deciding it would not hurt to approach the man. After all, Hasan had disappeared into the sunset leaving one rank painfully open among the Desert's leadership. The last thing he needed was Nyimara realizing there was an opportunity.

"It has been a while," Asmodeus said as he settled near enough the taller stallion. "What has occupied your time as of late, Octavius?"

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