Leave that for somebody else to do. They came, they saw and they left it. -- Prompty.
Some warlords operate on Veni, vedi, vici. The Harukh'ai approached the Elven settlements with, Veni, vidi, ruinam reliqui in mind. At least, they did when the Ormani got around to writing epic poems and studies around it. Several centuries after the the conflicts settled down into hardy perennial territory disputes.
The Harukh'ai had a reason. Taslanae had to wonder why Yinmanou approached the kitchen with the same basic idea.
There were at least three pots, two pans, seven plates, four bowls, and a currently uncountable amount of cutlery pieces moldering in the sink. All soaking in greasy water that had, somehow, become stagnant. Taslanae knew that it had all been clean and orderly when she left for the village before dawn. Mere hours ago. Taslanae sought out her husband and found the empty vessel that had once contained his breakfast. Yinmanou was deep into work, carving in his workshop since he didn't have the magic to shape living wood.
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