One final flick of the scalpel and the basilisk's eye flew out of its socket with a satisfying "POP!"
Knowles clapped his hands eagerly. "This'un's a'goin' long, Boxxy!"
Almost immediately, a long, slimy tongue lashed out of the dusty crate by the Forsaken's feet. It daintily picked the eye out of the air and disappeared back inside.
Knowles carved another angry tally mark in Boxxy's lid and grumbled: "The heck's that old orc even want with all them eyes anyway?" Then he shouldered his bloody shovel and trudged off to find another victim, the crate close at his heels.
"An' why's he always a'pickin' on me? Ain't like we can't use all'a them bodies I dug up."
Knowles clapped his hands eagerly. "This'un's a'goin' long, Boxxy!"
Almost immediately, a long, slimy tongue lashed out of the dusty crate by the Forsaken's feet. It daintily picked the eye out of the air and disappeared back inside.
Knowles carved another angry tally mark in Boxxy's lid and grumbled: "The heck's that old orc even want with all them eyes anyway?" Then he shouldered his bloody shovel and trudged off to find another victim, the crate close at his heels.
"An' why's he always a'pickin' on me? Ain't like we can't use all'a them bodies I dug up."