Most of the items are put into the armory, for the regular troops to take if they want them, and the three dragons return to the keep. He organizes three lizardmen and Myra to begin chunking the bodies into a large pile, and make sure that no soldiers are still alive. Once they are done piling them into a single group, Ancalagon burns them to ash, and returns to the castle. The lizardfolk each get a potion of CLW, and a another potion of their choice, while Anya gets the book of Gainful exercise, and the Scourge is tossed into the back corner of the horde, where the negative energies it puts out will not be so noticable.<br/><br/>He then reclines on the throne, and makes a note to get Myra a magic weapon as well, tossing a glare at the scourge, but decides to put that somewhere safe. Weapons that nasty wandering around would only create a bad image of him, as it was unquestionably evil, and if he allowed one of his overlords to use it...<br/><br/>He dismisses the troops from their posts, allowing them to continue whatever they were doing, and leans back, wondering what next, and takes a mental count of the villages he brought under his wing today. His gaze returns to the scourge for a moment, trying to decide what to do with it. He shudders and looks up at Ruara as she bounds over to him, and rubs herself suggestively against him, and licks his testicles. She looks at him hopefully, and laughs at her eagerness, and says, "Maybe later, little one, but I promised Shyrath a tumble, and she is my primary mate, at the moment."