Book 5. Chapter 39: Interlude Hexis IV
“Splendid.” Hexis said, putting down the chopsticks on his empty plate. “Absolutely splendid.” Not a single insect to pick at, just pure and true roasted chicken instead. And he’d gotten a tad better with the strange eating utensils. Forks and knives were far more civilized in his mind, but he may as well indulge the savages up here.
They certainly knew how to cook chicken breast at the very least. Sebastis would investigate the recipe later, the man was a gifted cook. In addition to informant, conspirator, and overall handyman.
“Sebastis, my armor if you would.” He asked, waving in his butler. “I believe it is time for an afternoon rest. Carry the plate back to the kitchen, and deliver my compliments to the chef.”
The man nodded dutifully, taking the empty plate and passing it along to one of the surface servants, before returning with the armor display stand, on its little wheels. The door sliding shut behind him for privacy.
Warlocks weren’t fond of armors. They often got in the way of quick casting, and if surrounding knights were not enough to handle the threat, no amount of armor would save the warlock. Dreadfully stuffy as well, with that ever unclean feeling of knowing there is no grime or sweat within the armor, and yet being unable to truly believe it.
Still, he had work to do. And the armor was necessary, not just to survive the outside temperature. None of the surface dwellers here knew that bit of history anyhow, they hadn’t been suspicious at all of his armor. Rather, if he had come without any, they would have considered him a possible fraud. As silly to think as that was.
The butler carefully positioned the display stand and began to remove plates, setting them on the table, while Hexis brought out his computer slate.
He’d done this a few times thus far, each time with nothing of importance to note. Nervewracking all the same, rust blast it all.
A few keystrokes following a precise pattern deployed a trojan horse he’d inserted into the security camera monitoring his office. Rather well hidden all in all, but diving into the weave could reveal the concepts of a camera no matter where the sneaky surface dwellers attempt to hide such things.