"So, this is the route you decided to take? Hmm?" A big fat Weasel named Wesley, of all things, sneered at me.

"This route? Is that calling the kettle calling the pot hardheaded? Why do you think that I was sneaking around? Because I'm some thief that steals Cockatrice? Hardly, I came here for answers because I was told by more than one race that you are a hard people to deal with!" I said with an edge in my voice. "Also, if the rest of you men want to have eyes in your head, I suggest you look at my face."

I was standing in the center of a room filled with greasy-looking Weasel men, and they all had been staring at my body, but they all looked away. Leah and Riza had already killed eight of them, and we had forced the rest to bring us here, and some were standing up right now.

"They weren't wrong, but you're here now. So, what does the little reject Queen want? Come to tell us not to steal anymore?" Wesley asked using a tone I wasn't fond of.

The thought of getting rid of them all together crossed my mind at that moment, but I took a deep breath in. there weren't supposed to be bad races, just bad people, and they were in every race.

This became a problem when one of those people became a leader. A bad leader tended to force his flawed ideas on the people, forcing them to act that way.

I had to hope that there would be some good Weasel in the bunch, or I would have to deal with this problem another way. Yet there was the biological argument towards nature and the effect of removing a race from the equation, but were the rules still the same here?

"I want to know what you want?" I asked plainly.

"What? What do I want?" Wesley asked back stupidly, and I could tell he was about to say something offensive, so I cut him off.

"Watch your words, or I will find a new Chief of the Weasel clan, understood? Leah and Riza will not mind cleaning out what seems to be the current problem with this village," I said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Who do you think you are? You don't get to decide those things around here, you little bi-," Wesley tried to say as he advanced on me but was stopped dead in his tracks.

Riza had stepped forward before he had the chance to call me a female dog, and I was thankful. Leah had just been about to tear him limb from limb, which would have been fine if we weren't in a tight space.

Wesley gurgled and clutched at his throat but then fell in a pile once Riza removed the invisible tip of her spear. No one made a noise, and I turned in a slow circle.

I glared at every shaking Weasel present, and I waited for one of them to speak up, but none of them did. I sighed and shook my head; what a sad bunch, but there wasn't a single female in the bunch.

"Where are the Female Weasels?" I asked the youngest looking of the ten or so Weasels.

"Huh? Ahh… I can show you!" The younger man said, and I nodded, but then I glared at the rest.

"Get out and follow; you will all Bee-coming; I think that this will need to be a group discussion," I said, waving the rest of the Weasels out.

"Excellent, my Queen. You handled that expertly, but my only wish is that I could have been the one to tear that Trog apart! Leah said, making a tearing motion, but I patted her arm.

"There there, it is better that you didn't, or I would have gotten covered in gore, and you already have blood on your hands and splattered on you," I said with an apologetic smile. "Also, what is a Trog?"

"Troglodytes are eyeless, overly friendly, and perverted little lizard men. One is harmless, five is a joke, ten should make you draw your weapon, but twenty or more you should, or you are going to be sexually assaulted," Leah explained as we left the tent.

The three of us excited and followed the group that led us to the village's far side with small huts. The village seemed to be divided into small sections, but this area was more separated than the rest.

I was starting to worry that the men here had done something to the women, but that theory was quickly squashed. I watched as the younger name walked up to the tent gingerly and called into the tent but then was hit with a fly kettle.

"WHAT DO YOU USELESS MEN WANT AT THIS HOUR?!" and anger looking and large Weasel women screened at the men, but they all pointed at me.

The woman rounded on me, and I thought that I was about to get the sharp side to her tongue, but her expression softened immediately.

"My name is Ashia; I just removed the head of your village, mostly, it is still attached to his body. Regardless, I have come to talk to you and the women about what you would like to do now. The rest of these idiots don't really seem to have a clue to what's going on," I explained.

"WEASELS! OUT HERE, NOW!" The woman screamed as she turned her head back to the small tents, and then she turned to the gathered men. "On your knees."

Every man went down, and it seemed that all the backbone that the men had died with the Chief. Then, I was surprised to find the woman also going down on her knees, glaring at the men before putting her head down the same as them.

I watched and waited as women and some men started to come out of the small huts. Each one of them found a spot on the ground to bend their knees and love their heads.

"Quite the turn of events," I said to myself as I surveyed the kneeling crowd of Weasel Folk.