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.]

we have Alir Vinting, Grand Priest of the Way; Cassus Moran,

[So, not the Mayor?]

no. A member

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

the Silver City as finely polished a jewel as possible is

got a bigwig priest of some sort, which I expected. They don’t like us, consider us as spiritual sacrifices offered up by the 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 interest.

appropriated; report any instances of

they are welcome to my table. Please tell each of them I’m grateful for them making the time to come and meet with me. I’m

the crude means of mouth-speaking, and the five individuals… don’t exactly rush to

such short notice, we weren’t able to prepare much, but I hope they enjoy.

balance between crunch and crumble. The guests watch with a sort of semi-horrified fascination to see a giant insect monster chowing down on a nice bikkie, but hey, that’s hardly

as the guests look up at me and begin to snack. [Or something they would like me to say? I mean,

The mage smiles politely.

I will ask them if

of asking the first question seems

met with a Priest that you

not arrested, is

[Um… I’ll ask.]

A brief exchange.

Grand Priest was wondering how the man came to lose

I bit it

[You… bit it off.]

fair, he did hit me in the