“Stop croaking and listen to me,” she uttered in annoyance at the reptiles, folding her arms across her chest, her voice as cold as ice. “This is your own fault for not doing your jobs and if I find any of you sleeping instead of working again then you will find yourselves sleeping permanently. Am I understood?”
The frogs would briefly look towards one another before answering with one loud and harmonious croak. Somehow, Medeia doubted that they would ever learn. They seemed to have the IQ of a potato and the brain capacity of a potted plant, not that it surprised her. Humanity in general was rather stupid and self destructive and the angel wondered on occasion if perhaps it would be better if she ruled herself but those thoughts never lasted long. She had no desire for thrones and titles. No, her desires were far more personal in nature.
“Go on then, get to it,” Medeia would then say, watching with amusement as the frogs desperately tried to clean the guild entrance with their tongues, only making things worse. It was a bizarre scenario for sure but she was in the mood for being vindictive and her eyes never left them as they got on with their hopeless tasks. “You idiots!” She would add after a few moments, “You are making the walls sticky! Do it properly!” In blind terror, the frogs would desperately start to panic and head for the entrance, much to the mage’s annoyance, resulting in her hurling a ball of liquid gold at the group, turning them into golden statues. A fitting fate for them, she mused to herself, as she glanced down at the now metal coated frogs, a slight smirk crossing her features at that moment.