>>5311192The two Silkscale males exchange a glance, both afraid to be the one to speak up.
You dial up the Fearsome Presence, crossing your arms, and they both avert their eyes downwards. The Translator is the one who tells you:
“We were so distracted by the magnificence of our discovery, so eager to catalogue everything and to acquire the most valuable… For the expedition, for the glory of all Reptilekind…”
“You failed to keep an eye on him,” you conclude. “He vanished when you weren’t looking.”
The silence which follows is all the answer you need.
“And the demon’s name?” you ask.
The Cartographer clears his throat, and admits what you suspected: the stack of books which were dedicated to arts demonological were there one moment, and then they were gone.
“Gone,” you mutter, “with Hapo, who stole them.”
“He is just a one-armed kobold with delusions of grandeur,” the Translator scoffs, before ashamedly demurring himself to you once more when you turn your glare upon him. “His demonic patron remains trapped within a ring, Superior One, within a box, within your pack. He is a foolish little runaway slave, doomed to die here…”
“…With his stolen knowledge” the Cartographer whispers, a touch bitterly.
It’s clear to you that neither of these learned males considers Hapo a threat, at least, but rather laments the loss of the tomes and scrolls he absconded with.
What do YOU think?
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him>Leave, now, and let this place be Hapo’s tomb as it was for the dragon eggs, as it is for the barbed devils>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it>Write-in 