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…?”

in, during this

they

bring us cake,

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

It was delicious.

for the food,” she said, then turned and glared

begun stuffing her face with it in a most un-decorous

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

they interested in jewellery? They could adorn their Queens with the finest

to have developed an entire culinary culture around serving their ant mothers sweets. Perhaps they would

To be more clear, they don’t think the Queens will like them, but they

“Very well.”

the highest quality pieces were brought to the fortress as quickly

you talking to the large

“Not currently, no.”

“Interesting.”

want arms and armour? None of the ants she saw around her were wearing anything of the sort, though she saw some wore clearly enchanted rings metal rings around where

level of industry

purchasing equipment from us? Our forges produce materials of the highest quality. Particularly, for metals and woods infused with water mana, we are the best to be

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 shifted and twitched, but she couldn’t begin to interpret such movements. Her negotiating partners were a blank wall. Another

“They… hmmm.”

softly, no hint

troubled, perhaps even

warned. “Cultural differences can give rise to offence where none is intended.

but only so they could study them. The

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 have been rankled by such

craftswork? It took decades to develop those Skills to an acceptable level, longer without training and guidance. The Colony was young,

she was approaching this from the wrong

be prepared to