Chrysalis

Negotiations were always a delicate matter. There were many things to consider, after all. What was culturally and economically acceptable to both sides? What did each side want from the other? It was around these things that discussions would focus.

The first thing Eran Umizan needed to discern was what it was the Colony desired.

“Do they need food?”

Clearly, they had an interest in foodstuffs, as evidenced by the tea and scones. There was a brief consultation.

“They don’t,” Irisod told her. “Apparently, they grow all of their own food. Their own sugar, wheat, tea leaves and everything else they consume in large quantities. For satisfying their hunger, they generally use Biomass or… aphids? I’m not sure what those are.”

Interesting.

“We can negotiate a price for access to our gates?” she suggested. “Would they be interested in discussing terms for such an agreement?”

The price would be hideously expensive, of course. If you couldn’t make your own gates, then you were at the mercy of whoever was in a position to offer you access to one.

An ant entered with another tray covered in delectable-looking slices of layered cake, each topped with a twirl of pink cream. Eran’s brow went up as the tray was carefully placed before her, and another was distributed amongst her retinue.

Again, no poison.

“I thought they were short on supplies?” she asked her Court Mage, quietly.

“Apparently, they just developed their own gate.”

“What? When?”

“Just now.”

“As in…?”

during

first thing they

bring us cake,

defined as if cut by a razor. On closer inspection, she could see glistening fruits

It was delicious.

then turned and glared

her dessert and begun stuffing her face with it in a most un-decorous manner. The girl flushed under the withering glare of her mother and licked the cream from her

be called, were an interesting case. They didn’t want what most she negotiated with wanted, as

adorn their Queens with the finest gems the fourth stratum has

an entire culinary culture around serving their ant mothers sweets. Perhaps they would be interested in

think the Queens will like them, but they are willing to

“Very well.”

the highest quality pieces were brought

to the large one?” she asked

“Not currently, no.”

“Interesting.”

and armour? None of the ants she saw around her were wearing anything

some level of

purchasing equipment from us? Our forges produce materials of the highest quality. Particularly, for metals and

ever moved. No expressions crossed their faces and she had to constantly remind herself that she was looking at their skeletons. They couldn’t move them. The level of stillness went beyond just their heads, they barely moved at all. Only the antennae

“They… hmmm.”

no hint of her

troubled, perhaps even

give rise to offence where none is

love to purchase a sampling of our wares, but only so they could study them. The ants are

that their mastery over the waters would never be questioned, since they were the only sapient race to live in it. They absolutely did have a far higher affinity for water mana than any other race, and were extremely accomplished when applying it in enchanting. She could see why Irisod might

that much confidence in their own craftswork? It took decades to develop those Skills to an acceptable level, longer without training and guidance. The Colony was

approaching this

things would they be