>>5131797>>5131803>>5132362Though ‘breaking’ Henzler has a certain allure—in particular, to Irinnile—you are able to convince the ravenous succubus to stand down with a different proposal:
“Head Chimericissst Henzler,” you say, “there is a farmhousse on the outsskirtss of Hawkssong where my forccess are masssssing. You are now among those forccess… And sssso iss your dragon.”
The Head Chimericist half-glowers and half-ogles you with anticipation. You sense that, while she is by no means loyal to YOU beyond your ectoplasmic influence, she is hardly more loyal to Hawksong or the Archmage—she is loyal, if anything, to the further pursuit of this grand experiment of hers.
“Ssee if you can tidy up your work, will you?” you ask. “Hiss arm, hiss wingss... Hiss mind, most of all.”
‘And?’ Irinnile eggs you on. ‘AND?! We had a deal, Lispy!’
You sigh. “…And verify that hiss… Reproductive apparati are in working order, as well.”
Henzler opens her mouth, but you shut her down, snapping “Don’t quesstion me!”
