Shahut looked at you in sudden rage and disgust, but before he could open his mouth, you took off your gloves and opened fire upon his corpse, intending to burn it to a crisp.
Fire spat forth from your palm. Powered by your spite, hate, disdain and desire for vengeance upon all who dared oppose you. The flames began to lick intensely at Shahut's body. While his spirit panicked and raved.
<span class="mu-b"> <span class="mu-i"> "No! Stop! I bid you to stop. I can quadruple, quintuple; I shall pay whatever you wish to have. STOP! I feel my sense of self… </span> </span>
You did stop, not so much because you agreed, but because you wished to see his corpse, which now had begun to char quite nicely, impressive for something so dried up over the years.
You then shot even more fire at his corpse, intensifying the flames until nothing was left but a pile of ash. His ghost had begun to unbind, as it began to look less and less like Shahut. It too collapsed, but it was not like the others could see it; no, he would dissolve into ectoplasm.
But oh, it felt fun to do. You didn't have this much fun since you nailed an entire royal line of dwarves to the mountainside to watch as you systematically plundered their hold. There was no way to come around it; for the first time in millennia, you reared back your head and roared out your laughter.
'A horrible thing to behold,' so your minions once said, and even here, your escort had taken to plugging their fingers into their ears, while Erassyl's pointed ears had turned downward from the sound. It vibrated throughout, and the startled sounds of the camels and horses outside came in answer. You recomposed yourself, and, like nothing had happened, you walked out of the tomb.
It had been a relatively fruitless endeavour, though you did gain a silver amulet out of it, which you should handle with care. Silver was one of the metals truly anathema to one such as you. In small amounts it was harmless, but it could hurt you like no other thing if it was properly applied.
Nevertheless, this amulet did hold some magical prowess, which you would absorb in due time. As you returned to the assembled troops awaiting outside, you decided:
>To search for this nephew of his, he might have more artefacts for me to 'eat'.
>Enough of this, we shall return to the village.
>We shall prowl through the desert once more, for there is more than this swindler to gain.
