Chrysalis

The mage is smooth, I’ll give him that. Whoever this guy is, I really should get a name, he’s clearly got some experience in this sort of thing. Which is impressive, considering there can’t have been many meetings with giant ant monsters.

Without a hitch, taste testers step forward and go over the food. In the blink of an eye, they’ve waved little devices, taken a sip or nibble, and cast some magic over every edible item on the table.

For a fleeting moment, I wonder if they consider excessive sugar or butter to be a poison? I mean, it’s not exactly good for you. Would they declare the Colony has attempted to kill their leaders via excessive cholesterol? Let’s not forget the eggs.

However, my fears dissolve into nothing as the specialised anti-poison squad steps back from the table, bowing low, to me for some reason, then to the mage, and then to the people behind them. That’s altogether too much bowing.

[Those guys are going to have back problems if you make them bow that much,] I point out helpfully to the mage. [Better to stave off these health concerns before they become serious.]

[It’s simply a gesture of respect. I hope you do not take offence?]

[Offence? From what?]

I’m confused.

[Allow me to introduce the individuals who have come to meet with you,] the mage transitions smoothly, not letting the conversation come to an awkward junction. This guy is quick on his feet!

[Can I get your name, first?]

[Of course. How rude of me.] He goes to bow, then thinks better of it and straightens. [I am the senior Mage and Interlocutor of the Tower, Rathwyn Werilos. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.]

[Sure. Nice to meet you. Now, please introduce me to these esteemed guests.]

as the representative of the Colony. From left to right, we have Alir Vinting, Grand Priest of the Way; Cassus Moran, leader of the

[So, not the Mayor?]

member of

clarify, the beautification committee is actually quite powerful in this city, am

polished a jewel as possible is in the interests of every

Dungeon, no less. But of course they want to come and take a look at the goods. Dungeon Delvers, of course, make perfect sense. They kill monsters for a living, I’m a monster who doesn’t want to get killed, so we have a conflict of

has been appropriated; report any

meet with me. I’m not used to entertaining guests, being a monster, but they are

passes on my words using the crude means of mouth-speaking, and the five individuals… don’t exactly rush to the table, but

notice, we weren’t able to prepare much, but

guests watch with a sort of semi-horrified fascination to see a giant insect

have questions for me?] I ask Rathwyn as the guests look up at me and begin to snack. [Or something they would like me to say? I mean, I’m happy to

The mage smiles politely.

things on their mind. I will ask

of asking the first question seems

Priest Alir Vinting would like to say that he met with a Priest that you may

He’s not

[Um… I’ll ask.]

A brief exchange.

wondering how the man came to lose his arm.

I bit

[You… bit it off.]

he did hit me in the head