>>5328870>>5328849>>5328844>>5328805>>5328802>>5328800>>5328768>>5328712>>5328684>>5328668You turn to Glowie, up until this point silent—the third member of this ‘leadership conference’ of three races. She has been shy and quiet, as she nearly always is around others, besides yourself (and, increasingly, the Novice). Jazkarmel arches an eyebrow and sips at her red-brown mushroom-wine, which Glowie has abstained from and which you have had only a polite sip of, and awaits the explanation of her presence.
“…Am not a lizardwoman,” Glowie says. “Am pregnant.”
The statement as simple as it is enigmatic to anyone not already in the know. Jazkarmel certainly seems confused, though she leans forward.
Glowie takes a deep breath, squeezes her eyes shut, and reaches up to remove the Amulet of Disguise… And a moment later, Jazkarmel’s eyes widen and she leaps back, her crystal-topped ancestral staff at the ready. You are surprised—it had been leaned against the wall, and you did not think she could arm herself so quickly in her intoxication.
“By bloody gods!” the elf cries out, the stone atop her ancient sceptre of office aglow with massing mana.
Glowie quivers, but you raise a hand, drawing Jazkarmel’s attention and mollifying her. The initial shock dies down, and Jazkarmel calms, and sinks back into her seat. Glowie replaces her amulet, to facilitate communication, and she explaisn her situation.
“Am pregnant with eggs of…”
The worm-woman’s eyes flit to you.
“…divine command. Mother of Dragons blessed me with. Need a place to lay them, to raise sons. And… Will undergo changes of self.”
She looks hopefully to Jazkarmel, who stares, thumbing the side of her staff—now nt far from her hands.
“Hoped that could be here?” Glowie whispers.
