>>5214384Until they cast you out of the room anyway.
‘These motherfuckers!’ Irinnile howls in sympathetic outrage.
You, for your part, remain silent as they instruct you to send the Dragonborn down to them, to proceed in their great labour. The False Degeenrate also, if only to vivisect a more ‘disposal’ creation of the Dragonborn’s maker for clues to her methodology. With a muted sigh, you do so, ascending the tunnels once more to attend to this assigned task. The Dragonborn is nervous as you struggle to explain the concept of what is going to happen, and who is going to perform the procedure, to his sheltered and ill-nourished brain.
“…Mrroaar laik Hensszlur?” he asks, shuffling backwards in an undignified way and beginning to rumble with burgeoning firebreath. “NnnNNAAUW. NAUW wuill gao BACK!”
‘He, uh, doesn’t seem to like the idea of playin’ doctor with all those snakey-boys,’ rinnile notes unhelpfully.
“You could accompany him,” volunteers a voice from behind you.
You whirl about, almost drawing your dagger in spite of where you are, before you recognize that it is Alhazred who has spoken to you. Or… Well, whatever his true name is. Down her neither of you has need of your aliases any longer.
“I cannot,” you explain, trying to keep indignation and disappointment from your voice.
“He behaves better with supervision,” notes The Infiltrator Formerly Known as Alhazred, “and there is much about his creation and his creator’s methods which you understand better than even the Fleshweavers.”
“I CANNOT,” you reiterate bitterly, “because I was thrown out of the room.”
“For your race,” henzler correctly surmises. “But… You can shift shape. Why not play the role of an ‘attendant’ of pure blood, sent to supervise at the behest of The Chaplain?”
You narrow your eyes, instinctively suspicious. This proposition is dangerously close to sedition. Is this male Degenerate attempting to implicate you in gross disobedience, as some sort of power-play to inherit your credit and your spoils? But then… he raises valid points, and Alhazred ahs been a loyal ally and comrade-in-arms…
‘And a pretty alright fuck,’ Irinnile notes, sizing him up in her own way. ‘You know, HE doesn’t have, like, mating seasons or whatever…’
You send the succubus a psychic bop for her distracting horniness and instead ask Alhazred: “Did you come here only to preach insubordination, Degenerate?”
“No,” he says, smiling with his eyes alone, “I came for glory, and mystic curiosity… and t help an ally. Degenerate.”
You meet his eyes, and sense that he is full of carefully-guarded ambition… But not, near as you can tell, hatred, envy, or spite.