How good it is to see all four Lords back in the city!" sighed the figure in the yellow mask, who was clad in marching band uniform. He punctuated his words with exaggerated operatic gestures. "At last we can stop our squabbling over who gets to oversee Dyo's share of the slave labor."
"Oh, right," giggled the one in the red mask, though he stood in a contemplative position, peering at a skull in his hand. "I told the White Lord here to tell you, but I guess she was too la- I mean, too busy being diligent- to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Oh, sorry," said the figure in the white mask, who was draping herself over a sofa. Her clothes looked uncommonly like pajamas. "Just... slipped my mind. No big deal."
"What did? What happened to all those- all that valuable labor?"
"Oh, I killed them all," laughed the one in red. "Sent them all to their mortal destinies. Former kings, former paupers…. all leveled by the great equalizer. Isn't it just grand? They had families and loved ones who they never got to say goodbye to..." He made a sound like he was trying to stifle a heavy sob under a laugh.
"Best solution, I didn't resist," said the one in white.
"Easiest way to end the squabble. We can always get more, now that there's four of us again..."
