Rolled 1, 5, 6, 6 = 18 (4d20)
>>5729613>>5729528>>5729489>>5729282>>5729246 “After the Infiltrator!” you demand of the female once called Albacete. “Don’t let him get away!”
To her credit as a potential long-term ally, the old female sets off without any delay. No snarky comments about how you aren’t in charge, no questioning of your own priorities… You actually aren’t used to that from your female allies. It’s enough to make you wistfully think of the Novice—Serpent Queen, rather—back home in Bloodrise. At any rate, you plan to follow in a moment—right after you clean up here.
You regard the wriggling, larval things squirming towards the Hawksong reservoir. Is it grub, or tadpole, or something… Other? You squint, thinking to inspect it… But no. You’ll get the answers you need from the one who brought it here. For now, you simply inhale, open the passage to your fire-lung, and exhale to incinerate the bizarre creature before it can reach its destination.
[DC 13/16 firebreath roll; good choice of method, but you're also in a hurry]
