“With a thousand-soldier strong standing army and hundreds of cavalry they actually deploy, I sure thought it’d be easier making our sales quota in Calormen,” Oack quacked to his partner, Pack as the waddled through the Tashbaan Medina handing out flyers.
Pack wriggled his tail feathers and sighed, “For sure, and it’s not like you can rely on magic fireflower healing potion and even it doesn’t regrow limbs.”
“They just think that if it's the will of Tash, it doesn't matter, without considering that, if his bolt really does fall down from above, your survivors would want an annuity to cover loss of income and cremation expenses, property coverage to rebuild after the fire and, if it doesn’t, kill you, that accidental death and dismemberment policy could cover a wooden leg.”