>>5312525“The ‘dog-kobold’?” she asks.
“The Junior Novice,” you correct, for you named this curious creature—acquired from a swindling Silkscale merchant back home—in her dubious ‘honour’.
The Novice crosses her arms, laughter subsiding.
“You call it my junior,” she says, “but when I ask for something suitably freakish to replicate your own form, you present it proudly. Maybe we should call it the Junior Degenerateborn?”
“Perhaps,” you reply, “You should get to work.”
The Novice clucks at you and turns away.
“PERHAPS I will,” she says. “And what of you?”
“Torpor,” you say tiredly, standing up again to seek out your quarters here—your sure have some, or can quickly demand such.
“…Alone?” Glowie asks quietly.
You pause, and…
>Bid Glowie a good rest… In her OWN quarters, while you enjoy some meditative solitude>Allow Glowie to accompany you for (CHASTE) snuggling>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds>Write-in 