Chrysalis

When the word comes down that we are planning to ship out, the Colony doesn’t muck around. In short order, all ten thousand ants evacuate the nest and the carvers tear it down, flattening out the soil and leaving everything just as we found it. Someone tried to leave a statue standing in the site of the former nest, but I obliterated it the moment I saw it.

I swear…

Naturally, the Folk insist on close inspections. We get counted to make sure we aren’t leaving anyone behind. Then they carefully check to make sure we didn’t tunnel into the ground and leave behind anything suspicious. I’m guessing this is mostly for show. I’d be shocked if they hadn’t been keeping an eye on the ground below us the entire time.

With all that done, we are fine to move out and get back on the ships. I am not looking forward to that, but there isn’t much choice in the matter. In an organised group, we start to make our way to the docks in an orderly fashion. Of course, it’s a little hard not to notice that we aren’t the only ones marching through Freehill towards the dock. Less than a kilometre to our right, the Legion are similarly marching. I suppose they plan to follow us around after all.

Sigh.

Nobody is happy about this development. Well, nobody except Isaac. The man can’t stop smiling to himself and knuckling his moustache.

[What is with you?] I ask him, exasperated.

The ant cavalryman just smirks up at me and waggles his eyebrows.

[You’ll understand when you’re older, Anthony.]

[I sincerely hope not.]

Whatever has got him acting this way, he probably needs medicine to get it fixed because this man is clearly ill.

[They’re here to kill me. You remember that, right?]

He just scoffs.

[Good luck to them.]

[Hey! Oh. You mean they need good luck.]

cans to take you down. You’ve got more

compliment… I

the ant column, trying to make sure nothing goes wrong. There’s plenty of trades to make and business to conduct

Folk. A

sendoff, by the looks of things. There’s a stage, and gathered dignitaries. All looking

a proper sendoff. I have to say, the Folk have been a very taciturn people for the most part, very stiff,

report any instances of

know anything about this?”

a thing. Whoever put this together did it pretty quickly and pretty quietly. Look, I think the brathians are just

advised about it either.

Which I don’t.

form of Grey, the wolf-Folk, who appears next to me as if he just stepped

that, man. That’s

his teeth in an

of ceremony we can really tolerate.

[Of course.]

much, just gather in the right spot, close to the stage, but off to the left a bit. To our right, clearly not welcome to the ceremony, are the Legion, who stand in ordered ranks, radiating

You

have no idea what they’re saying, but the large gathering of Folk clearly do. There’s a lot of serious faces out there. For my part, along with

me, and he expects me to communicate what is being said to the rest of the Colony.

this is… some important guy, whose name is super long. Feather something. And he’s… oh lord…

you passing all of this on?] Grey

[Of course!]

third… kind of. He’s declaring something about the council, long debates and outlining a decision process. A long

next lady is saying something about… us! It’s about us!

lot more interested than

you’re imagining