>>5131685‘Yes,’ you agree, more seriously, watching him go. Then, you turn to his familiar, and it really does feel all worth it…
Because by focusing upon Lithobathius, and the part of Irinnile inside of him, you can follow that channel to the connection he ahs with the bespider and see yourself through its one great central eye. You have a wall-crawling, all-seeing eye-spy, tethered to your own senses through this network of psychic and demonic control!
It, too, you send forth to do as you require.
The bespider climbs the tower with ease, even the sheer and smooth surfaces little trouble for its curious locomotion. It is not swift, though—not large enough to clamber quickly. Luckily, its small size which so impedes its speed also makes it difficult to notice or to identify, if one doesn’t know what one is looking for… Or so you hope.
Your theory seems plausible enough, for nobody who looks up seems to take notice of it or to alert those within the tower to its presence. You take up a hidden placement in a inconspicuous hideaway near the alley where you absconded with Lithobathius, sitting down and shutting your eyes to focus upon the remote manipulation of your new chimeric spy, as it finally reaches the uppermost floor of the tower and circles about it, seeking signs of a window hrough which one might listen in on a meeting.
“—unacceptable breach! And ‘unacceptable’ is putting it lightly!”
Well, that bellow sounds promising. You manoeuvre the bespider closer, setting it delicately below the window from which the sound emerges. You cannot peer inside—at least, you decide it may be a titch too risky to do so with so unnatural and obvious a minion—but you can certainly listen.
“I understand,” another man’s voice relies to the first. “But Archmage, sir, please—You must understand that our attentions were upon the Gala, and the guests thereof… As You instructed.”
“So you cannot simultaneously guard two places in a single building?” a third voice asks, condescendingly.
“Archmage,” the second voice says, not directly confronting the third but calling its owner out, “perhaps if the Head inquisitor was actually doing his job and rooting out demons and demonologists from the city, we would have fewer threats to guard AGAINST.”
“Oh, so you cannot defend a single building, but you deign to tell ME how to protect an entire CITY?”
