>>5314650[Sorry, already was writing... And it would have just tied things up and delayed the post, anyway!]
>>5314097>>5314111>>5314119>>5314133>>5314135>>5314116>>5314170>>5314178>>5314246>>5314292>>5314350>>5314400>>5314481>>5314626>>5314649While you ARE curious to see the little kobolds in action, to see this martial dash which you have thus far seen demonstrated primarily in the Bastard’s drills or against YOU, you think better of it. A small force, traveling at night and using the tried-and-true techniques of the assassin or guerilla… They can end this threat more efficiently, and without risking any coward escaping the heat of battle. And anyway…
“Glowie, to me.”
…There’s a long-due conversation to be had with your most-capable assassin, the glow-worm princess.
Initially, she is delighted to be summoned by you, though you notice her joy is more muted than usual, and she in uncharacteristically hesitant to touch you. Her hands fidget, and occasionally flit to your own, as if she wishes to clasp yours. It makes you feel… Strange, not good. You can’t place it.
“We are going to lead a small squadron of kobold assassins to the abandoned village. There are adventurers camped out down there, which we must destroy utterly.”
Glowie’s puzzlement is palpable.
“Murdering, looting homeless mammals, essentially,” you explain.
“Ah!” she says, and nods. “We can kill them, yes! Silk to muffle, venom to paralyze… Happy to help!”
“I am glad to hear it,” you acknowledge.
After all: she is not technically a subordinate, and while you automatically frame it as instruction, and order, you suppose you ought to be treating it as a request. Glowie doesn’t seem to mind, though—the worm-woman wiggles slightly at your command, as if… Excited.
Well, no time like the present, you suppose.
