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"I see you are not one for pleasantries. As you wish.
Let me see, now, which to answer first.
Well, my reasons for coming to the State are several.
One was to conduct field testing of my Golem in a location where such...
Rigorous trials might do some good, such as removing lawlessness."
"Clarify that. I am here for an official assessment, I'd prefer you speak clearly on your intentions, so there is no confusion on the matter.
"I have several combat-based tests to run,
Concerning the function of my Soul Grave interface,
As well as testing the golem's innate capabilities,
And I chose a place where bandits, rogues,
And other ne'erdowells could be found aplenty.
Does that clarify the issue, Lord Quinton?"
"Continue."
"Well, as for the outpost, I required a facility with which operate from in this territory,
And a rebel controlled outpost seemed a better choice than most, and have been busy restoring the place.
I wrested it's control from another insurgent group allied with the one staving off Sir Densly's forces.
They had been extorting money and supplies from the nearby undefended villages."
"Which villages?"
"To my knowledge, Glenston and Shellik both were forced to supply them under threat,
Though I do not know yet if that is the whole of it, or if other towns were under their control as well.
Linking with that, one of those villages was the aforementioned Republic of Trepany.
A good town of good people with no ill will towards the State that I've seen,
Just a desire to keep their loved ones and possessions safe,
And beyond that I don't know what you could want to know."
"So you did not take part in their naming?"
"Oh no, they already bore that name when I arrived."
"I see. Carry on."
For what I've done with the outpost, well, established basic levels of trade,
Between it and neighboring villages, begun construction of a road system,
Housing for displaced peoples, and been attending to the training of local militia."
"These individuals here are conscripts?"
"No, my understanding is they came of their own free will,
Seeking a better life for themselves, and desirous of a mage to follow,
As I understand it such is something of a prerogative about here."
"It is, and it is well that I see no obvious evidence of abusing that trust of the people. The giant soldiers, what about them?"
"Ah, them. The 'Giant soldiers' mentioned likely refer to these fine fellows,
alchemically enhanced tribals under my supervision and authority,
With a few of their number more augmented than others.
They pose little to no threat to anything I don't direct them to, as no harm has come to their sapience,
So really, think of them as over-sized soldiers, more than anything else."
"So you claim responsibility for their actions, that shall be noted. And the Core Being?"
"A group of incompetent dabblers in magic attempted some manner of ritual,
I've yet to divine the specifics of what they sought as much of their work was destroyed,
And the fools managed to summon a CORE BEING into a farmhouse.
I had it buried, and have been working from my facilities to ensure that it doesn't break out -
A difficult thing to do when it starts tapping hidden leylines to fuel it's growth, I assure you."
"Where is this Core Being?"
"In an earth mound occupying a field north of Trekel"
"You said the Core Being is tapping leylines, explain what you mean."
"Well, it is trapped in a cellar, restricted in the same manner most Core Beings are,
Needing someone to allow it entrance to the surface world,
But it seems to be using the blood of those that summoned it,
Connected with a particularly deep-running leyline, to power premature growth.
It seems to be trying to fully manifest around the cellar it is trapped in,
And thus bypass the restrictions it normally is bound by."
"I shall send men to verify your claim. If it is as you say, we have a severe problem."
Finally I see the piercing gaze of Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas crumble, worry creasing his brow. It would seem underneath his arrogance, he does have concern for the state and it's citizenry, an important thing to take note of. I take advantage of his moment of silent contemplation, and try to steer the conversation by my own hand.
"Now, how about a tour?
Your men must be tired from the long march,
and as long as there's no trouble,
with your permission they might like a rest,
and meanwhile you can examine the local changes,
Those that you asked about personally."
"You offer my freedom to inspect this facility myself?"
"Of course."
"Very well. My guards shall stay by my side,
So I must reject your offer of rest for them
But your cooperation is noted.
I shall need no guide, I know what I wish to check."
For a time, Quinton busies himself with touring the warehouse and five buildings within the walls of the Arcanoworks, running into the Premen already engaged in their morning sparring, and stops for a while to observe as Oggroth takes the field, contesting against some eight other Premen barehanded. Finally completing his circuit, Quinton returns to standing before me, and inclines his head towards Arkus.
"Your apprentice?"
"As you say."
"Mm-hm. And what about this thing?" Quinton queries, indicating Moss, still attentively sitting at my side.
What should I say?