>>5195799“That’s not very nice,” The Incubus half-heartedly complains, reading your surface thoughts.
You close your mind to it, and return to present business: “The heart and the sstone, firsst.”
“You know, you still never DID fully fill your end of the bargain…” The incubus muses aloud.
“If you EVER hope to win my allegianccce,” you say coldly, “do you think cheating me over ssuch a technicality will advanccce that objective?”
The Incubus tuts, but its infuriatingly-calm smile is back as it signals for its henchmen to leave the stone, and the bucket containing the heart, at your feet. It, meanwhile, reaches out to take the scroll-case. Reluctantly, you acquiesce to provide it.
“What now?” The demonic extortionist asks.
“Reptilians have had their ssecret routess worked out for ages,” you declare with racial pride aplenty. “We're not a racce of moronss, to have avoided detection for all thisss time.”
“And will those routes accommodate your dragon-sized companion?” The Incubus asks, oh-so-innocently.
“We will make it work,” you insist, unwilling to barter any longer with this pit-fiend. “Roth, Alhazred, othersss, to me.”
“Yes, Infiltrator,” Alhazred says, gathering up his scrolls into a pack.
“Watch the tone,” Roth complains, but you can tell that he is as eager as you to leave.
“A moment,” Head Chimercisit Henzler requests. While your tense standoff was going on, she had already begun to pack up her equipment, but even with her small mobile laboratory, it is quite the operation.
“Don’t be a ssstranger!” The Incubus calls after you as you leave. “And safe travels!”
‘I hate that guy,’ Irinnile spits. ‘Hate hate HAAATE that guy.’
