Side Story 188.2 - Compact Deli-Bee-rations
Tarwantrad sat at a large table, carved directly from the trunk of a formerly massive tree. The table was left where the tree once grew, surrounded by a small grove of trees barely taller than her that itself grew in a clearing between the giant fellows of the trunk table. The top of the table was covered in swirling, curved letters, the original terms of the Calwaskon Compact carved directly into its surface and occasionally glowing with a soft, green light.
The rest of her surroundings could be described as anything but soft.
All around her, men and women of many different shapes and sizes argued and shouted over one another. Tarwantrad had been brought before the signatories of the Compact and relayed what had occurred. The representatives had already been in an uproar over the opening of a nexus door by the time she reported on Belissar himself. Once it was revealed that a human reigned on the other side of the door, all hell broke loose.
Forgemaster Ughlarer, the short and broad representative of the black elves, scowled as he crossed his arms.
“Close the door immediately. There’s no dealing with those reckless fools. They must not be allowed to find us.”
Henilett, the pixie representative standing on the table itself due to her small size, narrowed her eyes with a predatory grin.
“There’s no need to be so frightened, Ughlarer. That very recklessness makes them all too easy to…persuade. I’m sure we could come to an arrangement that is beneficial for the Compact.”
Deludelig, the pale representative of the dusk elves, barely revealed her eyes between the black hair hanging over her face as she spoke in a raspy voice.
“Or we could just kill him.”