Chrysalis

Truly, there is nothing so terrifying as being put in a social situation with someone who has mastered the Skills that impact those interactions. Masters of Speech, Negotiation, Persuasion, Haggling, Diplomacy, Intimidation, the other related Skills, the many, many fusions, and those who have levelled the various Classes which give bonuses to one’s words.

To the unprepared or undefended, these people can talk them into, or out of, almost anything. Naturally, this can prove difficult for normal people to navigate, but at the higher level of diplomatic and trade negotiations, every empire, kingdom or conglomerate comes heavily armed, metaphorically speaking, to the table.

- Excerpt from ‘The Power of the Word’ by Zathus.

Enid felt like she had been wrung dry of every ounce of water in her body. Her eyes were dry, her skin felt parched and itchy. Even her tongue felt as raw as sand in a desert.

Still, she clung to the table, her teeth clenched and a rictus grin entrenched on her face.

Her opponent, seated opposite, could not have appeared more relaxed. The brathian sat comfortably in her chair, sipping tea and cutting small wedges from her double-layered chocolate cream surprise with the side of her fork. When they had gotten down to discussing prices, things had gone about as well as Enid had expected.

Which is to say, she’d been torn to shreds.

She was far from an expert on brathian culture, but she knew enough to know who and what she was dealing with. Eran Thouris was who she was negotiating with, but Eran was not her name, but her title. This was the title given to the person the conglomerate trusted as their commander in battle. Of course, which battlefield did the brathians take most seriously? This one, the negotiating table.

“Now of course, we are yet to discuss the risks of transportation through the fourth stratum,” Eran smiled pleasantly, “nor the burden of suspicion that will be placed on my people for cooperating with an emergent race of monsters such as yourselves. Naturally, these difficulties must be compensated for, which can be reflected in the price.”

Her words were so persuasive, so reasonable, it was almost insidious how easily they snaked into Enid’s mind. She resisted.

and then demand compensation for it?” she rebuffed, forcing the words out from a throat that constricted to prevent her from speaking. “If you want

forward, a look of polite exasperation

gain thousands of cores every month. I’m sure they very much do care about that. Considering they are producing these goods already, with no market to sell them to, they stand to benefit the most. All I’m asking for is that my people receive a fair

pay the Colony down to the bone

time ago. All she’d done was run a desperate defensive action, pushing off the woman's demands and holding as much

one that

our talks, I would like to bring in a member of the Colony to give their input on our final discussions,”

trembling hand onto the table and took a sip of tea to soothe her ragged

her lips,

to negotiate on

they would have the final say over any terms we settled on,”

this level, since there were many who could detect lies and turn them against you. Skirting the truth was

well,” the brathian conceded, as if she were the one

be included in the talks. Enid permitted herself a small smile. She turned to the giant ant who now lay, legs splayed, against the wall of the chamber, and pointed to her

look…. You’ve looked better, I have to

she sniffed. [Who do you think I’m enduring this for? I told them I was going

this, Enid. I don’t exactly have a

that you will be put into direct mental communication with their representative, Eran Thouris,

the big ant asked,