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.]

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

[So, not the Mayor?]

member

to clarify, the beautification committee is actually quite powerful in this

Keeping the Silver City as finely polished a jewel

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 interest. Merchants aren’t a surprise, nor is the Mayor's office. We’re here for business, so merchants, sure, and the

report any instances of

the time to come and meet with me. I’m not used to entertaining

the five individuals… don’t exactly rush to the

prepare much, but I hope they enjoy.

my own. Delicious. The right balance between crunch and crumble. The guests watch with a sort of semi-horrified fascination to see

guests look up at me and begin to snack. [Or something they would like me to say? I mean, I’m happy to drink tea

The mage smiles politely.

will ask them if they would like to ask you

bit before the privilege of asking the first question seems to fall on the

Vinting would like to say that he met with a

heck. He’s not arrested,

[Um… I’ll ask.]

A brief exchange.

Grand Priest was wondering how the man came to lose his arm. Apparently, he

bit it

[You… bit it off.]

he did hit me in the head first.