Ammut’s expression epitomized utter disbelief. She beheaded one servitor, before sitting astride the other, making the fool’s eyes bug out.
“Your sole responsibility…the only reason I tolerate you in this odious, achroous pesthole Anubis calls my home is to convey the hearts of the damned to me for consumption and you lost one?!?
With a squeak, the minion protested, “In our defense, O Devourer of the Dead, someone decided we should be adactylous . Does make schlepping things about a tad…problematic.
With a hiss, she wondered if the other Greater Demons had to put up with such incompetent staff?