Sukegei had this effect on others. He was so charming that few felt worthy of basking in his glory. The sheer magnitude of masculine vibes he radiated made lesser men feel threatened. Meanwhile, the ladies were too hot and bothered by it. Roha and Indemira would be ok. They'd eventually acclimate to it. Etienne would take longer. One by one, they all broke off and went their separate ways. Sukegei glanced over at Casimir, giving him an indifferent shrug. "Must have been something I said." He added with a smirk. The warrior stepped away from the counter, giving the enchantress one last peak as she waddled away. "Notice those buns as well? I pinned you as a fellow man of culture. I'm not judging. I respect the fact you play the field. I'd imagine that how you bagged Myan." Sukegei 's grin widened as she proceeded to pick his teeth. The soldier eventually turned toward the entrance while he pondered what to do for the rest of the evening. "Question: is Florentina on the scale? She might be too alpha for my taste, but I wouldn't mind another sculpture to admire. I'm sure you understand. And don't worry, I have no interest in ratting you out to Myan. Consider it a promise among men." He'd finished before waiting for the cat to reply. If Casimir didn't, he'd have to return to his shack where no doubt Matsumota was waiting.

Sukegei's light-heartedness seemed to have gotten everyone's undergarments in a twist. While he wouldn't mind bedding the two fiery dames, he wasn't foolish enough to consider that a reasonable prospect. Etienne vanished as soon as he recused himself. The stench of humanity was the only hallmark that signaled his departure. He got comfortable, glad to have been liberated from that eyesore. He was in such a chipper mood it didn't seem like anyone could drag him down. A thought that would prove false. Indemira's playful jab didn't annoy Sukegei. He saw it as a challenge. The elf smirked, letting out a scoff. Roha seemed silent, which communicated to him that the vulpine was into his offer. Roha likely wouldn't agree to a good lay, not in public. It made sense; she was a noble now. Casimir was right; they should all ignore Etienne lest their attention get to the fool's head. It never crossed his mind that the man was referring to the chocolate god himself. Sukegei's chi was thrown off balance. His eyes watched the mutant as he waddled back onto the scene with towels. Etienne spoke; however, the Shaitan considered it to be utter beetleshit. Whatever persecution this creature suffered was irrelevant. The admission of him being an alien took even the samurai by surprise. What nonsense is this man vomiting out? Did he presume them all to be dumb enough to accept such a farfetched story? The unlikelihood of it all cast further doubt. Sukegei stared at the towel as the mutant held himself low. An act of submission that was to be expected. Better late than never, he supposed. He quickly stood up and snatched the towel. The elf dried himself as he considered everything that was said. His silence faded as Sukegei spoke with a harsh tone. "Less than human. How can one be less than nothing? After having a look at you, I can say for certain that humanity and I agree on something for once. Consider yourself fortunate that you haven't crossed my kind. If we were to focus on your tribe's extermination, it would have been thorough and clinical." Sukegei tossed the damp towels on the couch as he stepped away and joined the others. "I don't believe your shitty story. Unless by another world you meant some drunken human fucked a fish, and your ass shot from her fishy vagina, then I might believe it. And if you are somehow an alien, the world beyond seems boring. Tell me, fish humper, what does maritime pussy feel like? Is it tight?" He joked before returning his focus to the others. "Lady Debussy, nothing is better than a woman in the kitchen. I look forward to tasting your food. You can play hard to get all you want. But the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And if your food is good, I might consider you worthy of more than a sloppy one-night stand." He grinned. "I'm kidding. No need to get all of your undergarments in a knot. What's wrong with just a sprinkle of depraved humor to lighten the mood? Now, regarding my room, put me next to Lady Debussy. I wish to annoy her frequently. She looks cute when she angry."

The chocolate god had presented Etienne with a rare opportunity. All he needed to do was to apologize and acknowledge Shaitan supremacy. If he had done so, Sukegei would have pardoned the hick. That thoughtful gesture had been ignored, leading the knife ear to huff. It seemed the last of the humans longed to taste his blade and fire. The mutant was safe, for now. But that didn't suggest that an unfortunate accident wouldn't occur at a later date. Sukegei's hands hovered over the handle of his sheathed blade. His legs slid open as he assumed that neutral draw stance. The mer's bright eyes followed the abomination as Casimir chaperoned him away. The shield of Florentina would only be around for so long. Sukegei only needed to wait for the right opportunity to strike to ensure the extermination of his people. Roha's remark warranted a glance. Indemira's response forced a chuckle from the elf. "Are humans capable of loyalty? You have more faith in them then I do." He proclaimed, only to watch Indmira's posterior without a hint of shame as she shoved away the Rakata. Her attitude only further aroused the warrior. He considered it a challenge, a hunt of sorts. "Whatever you say. You're just jealous of my Shaitan confidence and style. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to turn around. You should move lest I hit you with my girthy blade." Sukegei grinned before turning to look over at Roha. His eyes scanned her up and down. "Sorry, I was picturing you and Indemira naked and oiling one another up. I'm not saying you guys should, just that we wouldn't judge you if you did." He laughed before moving to the couch and plopping himself down. Sukegei's legs spread wide open as he listened to Indemira's offer. "Damn straight. Nothing is hotter than a woman who can kick ass in a fight, in bed, and in the kitchen. You truly are a triple threat." The ebony idol of masculinity remarked before looking at Roha. "Want to smash? The princess there is playing hard to get. As much as I find the whole patrician with a stick up her butt troupe to be hot. I always preferred more down-to-earth gals." Sukegei showed no hint of shame as he lifted and planted his feet on the table. The samurai reclined back as he let out a deep sigh. His eyes peered from their corners at Casimir as he tried to shift topics. Luckily for him, the elf didn't care to pursue his blubbery boyfriend. "Ayleen. A girl that used to be kind to me back in Ashtown. She had a peach unlike any other. Sadly, she's no longer with us. Not everyone managed to escape before the great death." Sukegei pondered now in silence. Confused why he recalled her name? Could it be he had a heart? Doubtful, her slits just hit that good. "Seafood soup sounds good. If it's good enough, I might consider you to be wife material Lady Debussy." He stressed her name, poking fun at it. "Sorry, Debussy, depussy, the pussy. Childish, but you have to admit it is comical."

Sukegei was a proud Shaitan. He considered his kind above all others. In his mind, he was the pinnacle of mer kind. When Etienne made that little jab, it greatly slighted the chocolate samurai. Unlike this gelatinous ape, he had spent his life in service of something greater. The sins enacted by his kind were as plentiful as they were far-reaching. The desert and the Verdant Dynasty both suffered under their cruelty. A part of Sukegei wanted to eviscerate the creature where he stood. To see his belly cut open and his innard spill onto the floor would be most satisfying. But Etienne was lucky. The fact he was a guest of Florentina stayed his zealotry. The slaying of such a beast would likely spark a political episode. Despite this, his patience was only so thick. Should he continue to test his luck, the mutant might find himself a corpse before the night was over. Sukegei's anger was apparent. The shaitan made no effort to conceal his wrath. Those bright eyes flared with righteous fury as he stared at the human with pure disgust. Instinctively, the warrior's hand held his sheathed blade. Its claw rattled as he narrowed his eyes. There was no denying the Sharmoot was right in their execution. And Etienne had so far failed to cast doubt on that judgment. "It wouldn't be a fight. It'd be a massacre. I'd extract great pleasure in your suffering. I'd love to witness my righteous fire burn away the remaining testament to humankind's sins. The only reason you still draw breath is due to Florentina's protection. But don't fool yourself; call me a human again, and I will incinerate you." The elf promised as he looked at Roha, who seemed far more reserved. Had she no pride? Had she forgotten the suffering his kind inflicted on the foxes? The fact she wasn't frothing from the mouth caused Sukegei to question a lot. He'd return his attention back to the mutant. His eyes glimpsed the bump on his back and those webbed fingers. The dark elf scoffed, only to chuckle from amusement at that observation. "Let me guess, some fetishist monkey forced himself on some poor toadlin or fish? You're even uglier than I thought. I will tolerate your offense and your profane presence. You need only apologize and admit the superiority of Shaitan kind. Show me you know your rightful place, and I will give you an extended life." His words fell just before the two Rakata rushed from the luggage. The pair brandished their blunderbusses, a spectacle Sukegei found most humorous. These rats were willing to fight and defend their lady. The mer found this to be commendable and relatable. He, too, would put his life on the line for something greater than himself. These Rakata had honor; that was more than he could say for Etienne. Casimir would find those bright eyes bouncing in his direction. The poor fool's job grew complicated. What was a jovial mood had quickly shifted to one of tension. Etienne disclosed much. He stressed how the two were not on speaking terms. That some great wedge had put a divide between them. Good, that absolved the whitey from being lumped into the same group as the mutant. The fishfucker had done the cat a favor. "Knight? The only good human is a dead one. Thanks for clarifying that fact. Also, I appreciate you divulging there was or is more than one. It seems I must continue my campaign against the humans." He grinned. "Casimir. Wet behind the ears? At least I don't frolic with rapists and genociders. Control your friend lest his venom results in conflict." Sukegei warned. He looked over at Stinky as he prepared the explosive container. Good, this one had spunk and was resourceful. He understood that sometimes it is best to scorch a village to ensure complete victory. "Need a light? I got you. Should a fight ensue, know that we desert folk need to stick together. In the end, despite our differences, we all serve the same shiny now." Sukegei looked over at Rank. "Indeed, we all work well. Let us work together. And should the time for talk end poorly, let us burn the scourge as one." Sukegei added while looking at Indemira's peach rear while she squatted to pet the rats. "I see why you follow her. Her kindness is indeed bountiful. Perky too..." He finished before returning his sight to Etienne as he stood proud and soaking wet.

Sukegei didn't really care what the others thought of him. In his eyes, their companionship was temporary. Once the training had concluded, they'd all go their separate ways and never see one another again. While bleak, the elf had good reason for such a dreary outlook. His life so far lined up with such a prediction. However, just because this was business didn't mean he couldn't indulge a bit. And who better to sexually conquer than this jiggly bimbo of an enchantress. The Shaitan's eyes continued to inspect the prize. Sukegei took note of every curve and how bouncy they seemed. Indeed, Indemira was quite the mouthwatering specimen. Not only was her body the pinnacle of what he wanted in a plaything. But her spunk and wealth only furthered his desires. Sukegei was so entrenched in thought that he may have left himself vulnerable. His attention snapped back as he listened to wisecracks. Indemira's jest forced the chocolate god to smirk from amusement. He wondered if she could talk back so much if it were filled. Sukegei wouldn't recoil from the challenge she presented. No, he'd meet it head-on and with his chest puffed with pride. "Spiteful piece of ass, aren't you? Unfortunately for you, I'm into a bit of degradation. It makes the hunt and prize all the more worthwhile." He added, ever so meekly. Sukegei wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. But the smell of another woman and her voice merited a quick inspection. Roha was a Nokhoi, and, while less endowed than the noble. He wasn't one to discriminate when it came to the sack. He was an egalitarian concerning the blowing out of backs. While the enchantress gathered the water from the swamp, Sukegei couldn't help but envision them both naked. Possibly making out for his own amusement. "Roha? Tell me, how's your downward dog." His voice was abruptly cut. That filthy bog water hit the intended mark as the elf was drenched to the bone. Sukegei fired an angry glare at Indemira. His wrath subsided as he was given a nice view of those absurd cheeks rocking side to side. The fabric of her dress stretched to support that bakery. The elf snapped back to his senses, clearing his throat as he stepped forward. His soaked sandal pushed out water like a sponge, and it made a faint squishing sound. "Not the first time someone has squirted on me." He chuckled, giving Casimir a quick glance and a nod. "The life of a player, am I right?" He whispered, doing his best to ensure the tits and ass of a Shaitan didn't overhear his remark. Sukegei stepped into the vestibule; his clothes dripped onto the floor as he looked around. He whistled, taking in the luxury. "Not bad, slightly better than the shack." He commented, his hand placed on his hips as he shook his head. Those dreads flinging the dirty water every which way were an attempt to return fire on Indemira for her rudeness. He'd stop once she mentioned a human, quickly looking over as he saw the swamp man relaxing about. "Damn, we missed one. The Sharmoot won't ever let me hear the end of this." Sukegei shrugged his shoulders before peeking over at Roha. "Last of his kind, I'd wager. Imagine, we're one of the few who get to see the great butcherers in the flesh. Tell me, man-ape, have you genocided any innocents this day? Or does that come after tea time?" The elf smacked his lips before peering at the Rakata from the corner of his eyes. "Shit, better hold onto your valuables. I heard they're quite the kleptomaniacs." He warned, unsure if Casimir or the others knew much about the rodents of the desert. Sukegei ignored the rest of Indemira's comments. Although the imagery of her nude and being massaged may have entered his mind with Roha and Myan applying the lotion rather thoroughly. After all, you can't miss a crack or crevice.

The racket outside had awoken Sukegei from his sleep. He had been crashing in Matsumota's shack. The bored chocolate samurai had been silently spending his days next to the blood fox. The two engaged in an endless staring contest. They spent their days drinking and eating salted and dried meats. He had tried to strike up a few conversations with her, but she generally only replied by eating a tube of salami rather obnoxiously as a reply. Sukegei had been instructed to stay there and wait. He wasn't allowed to leave until she gave him the go-ahead. While he sat in the shack, he watched as the khan peeked through the crack of the door. Her tail waged excitedly before she returned and kicked him, ordering it was time. Sluggishly, he rose, groaning before kicking the door open. The flimsy barricade fell off the hinges as he looked back at Matsumota as she began to count. Bravely, he rushed as the crazed woman was behind, brandishing her energy katana. The pair ran around the backyard for a few minutes before she gave up and gave Sukegei a bratty and toothy grin. He knew what that meant, that she'd wait to get her revenge. Shrugging it off and playing it cool, the mer returned to investigate the source of the trumpet. He wrapped around the house before coming to a halt. Those bright eyes locked onto Indemira's chest from afar as he imagined himself kneading those massive breasts. Sukegei was a perv, and he held no scruples with claiming this noble for an evening. All he needed to do was assert his dominance, woo the sheltered patrician, and clap those cheeks so loudly that the gnolls of the sands would be blown away. The warrior cleared his throat before he stepped forward. His dreads bounced with his stride as the Devante uniform blew in the breeze. The elf took notice of her luggage, which meant she was loaded. Money, beauty, a fat ass, and if she could cook, she was the ideal catch. Nonchalantly, Sukegei took the long way, wrapping around so he could sneak a glimpse at that bakery. Indemira had enough bread to feed a commune of giants. And as a man of culture, he could respect the burdens she carried. There was no doubt this dame could do anything as long as she put her back into it. Cooly he approached and stood by her side. His eyes peered down at her bust from their corners before drifting up to her face and trying to steal the focus of her green eyes. "Sukegei, a proud member of the Devante's, vanguard of the house of the foxes. It's refreshing to see another elf so far from our ancestral home." He spoke with a wide grin as his hand rested on the handle of his sheathed katana. "Since it seems we were destined to cross paths. Maybe later we can speak alone. I might even teach you a thing or two about swordsmanship." The sexual innuendo was cloaked. However, it wasn't impossible that she might pick up on his crude undertones. "You must be one of the Sharmoots elect because your figure is divine." He added before looking over at the piles of luggage. He then moves his eyes to the door, waiting for the guard cat to stumble out despite being of an inferior species and blighted with a milky skin tone. Sukegei respected the man. The rogue managed to bang Myan, which meant he had a way with women. Or, as he would elegantly put it, was a man of culture. There's nothing like some good competition to pump blood to that nether spear.

Maysoon's incredulity toward these heretical rumors was admirable. It didn't shock the ordinator that a clutch bearer held such a resolution. Salman was merely a man; as such, he was down the totem pole of their hierarchy. That didn't imply he didn't have a vital role to play. One that he was very much aware of and proud to carry out. His obsidian-colored eyes watched the heavens as he witnessed the odd cloud formation getting closer. A power gust picked up, leading the justiciar to wonder if a storm was imminent. He considered cutting their conversation short and seek shelter from it. "I believe such information will be paramount. I may wield the righteous sword of our mother. But it is your intellect that will feed innumerable mouths. So it is you who will save more lives." He admitted without any shame. His praise, however, would be abrupt given that the cloud that was afar raced toward them. Lightning sparks danced within the film, sending out brilliant flashes of light. Instinctively, Salman stepped ahead of the maiden, ready to fulfill his duty and die for the clutch bearer. At that moment, a giant egg of gold broke free from that patch of overcast skies. The lightning fired from its outside as its rings oscillated around the object's bodies. The unidentified flying object released a loud hum as its shadows swallowed the field. The alien artifact flew over their head as Salman squinted his eyes to inspect the belly of that craft. Its sheer size was indescribable and left him utterly flabbergasted. "A machine? What manner of people could construct such a monstrosity?" He muttered under his breath as the egg continued to zoom through the sky as it raced toward the direction of the three cities. Salman felt a great deal of conflict. Should he proceed to his mission or investigate the alien ship? Ultimately, he'd remain true to his objective. After all, Zelena could handle whatever that thing was if it was a threat. And for all he knew, maybe that was one of her secret projects. A potentiality he had to consider, given most of their research was hush-hush. "Are you well? I know not what that thing is. I must return to my crusade. It could be one of Mother's new creations. And, if not, I have faith she can dispatch of it. I can't turn my back on her decree, no matter the distractions or challenges that await me." Salman stepped forward, turned around, and released a watery warbling noise from his oral tendrils before bowing. "Good day, Lady Maysoon. It seems exciting times are upon us. Should you feel inclined to investigate that disturbance, I await a debriefing upon my safe return." The lobster joked before turning around and confidently marching off. He had to find this cephalopod her kernels. He may be granted the rare concession of gifting the next clutch with his faithful seed.

Damn, love her.

Salman wasn't able to understand much about the bit regarding agriculture. He was a simple man, and herbology, or whatever it was, exceeded his scope. Still, the crustacean would nod and pretend he gathered the gist of it all. After all, he didn't want to look stupid in front of a clutch bearer. Such an opinion would greatly diminish his chances of producing offspring, given they were few and likely conversed with one another. He was a humble lobster, a servant to a greater calling—nothing more and nothing less. Those beady black eyes shifted to the dirt. Salman's mind broke down her other statements as he pondered in silence. The brief interlude was noticeable, but it didn't outlast its welcome. The weight of representing their people was something he took lightly. The burden was all the more difficult to bear when he considered meeting such influential figures. There was little room for failure, so he'd have to proceed carefully. However, everything so far has flowed swimmingly—something the ordinator wouldn't take for granted. "There are whispers among the sanctum. The alliance between our people has stirred much concern. But it isn't the diva that is the most troubling. According to some, one like mother called out from the void. It sounds fantastical, but I feel it must be rumors. Who else could compare to the sea maiden? It's preposterous but entertaining to consider. I'd label it as heresy if it were spoken in earnest. It leads me to wonder what else is out there. If perhaps one of the land-loving species has achieved some measure of evolution. Could that be why I am being sent? To locate these wayward beings of logic and bring them back to the shores?" Salman revealed his thoughts. He did so to stimulate Maysoon's mind. It didn't help. It might distract her from going too deeply into the seeds she wanted. Sadly, he knew he'd have to respond. And though he delayed it, he couldn't avoid it forever. "I'll reflect on your words and try to procure fine specimens. No ordinator can guarantee anything in this world—least of all me. But I pledge to do my best while traveling across that sinful land." He added with a nod while his eyes returned to the tendrilled one. "I will strive to reward your faith in me." Salman stated before slamming his fist against his breastplate. It was then that the sound of distant thunder echoed across the land. His eyes went to inspect, only to be met with clear skies. It was an odd anomaly, but he'd chalk it up to nothing. That was till it happened again. "Strange...." He muttered while rubbing his oral feelers together. The lobster turned to face the source of the noise only to be met with nothing but a lonesome cloud in the distance, one that stood out when contrasted with the rest. "I suppose you'll want to record it? I'd imagine weather impacts crop yields." His chest puffed with pride, undoubtedly thinking of himself as observant and thus winning some points.

The sounds of feminine fluids dripping into the pool left the blond traveller’s mind wandering, for he turned his back in an attempt to give the two oddball lovers some sense of space in his mind. The human was left unsure of what action to take, seeing the fact that Florentina is a princess complicates matters. So obviously open intercourse is not frowned upon in these parts, but that just opens up another set of questions. Is it a requirement for one to declare their love in front of a witness? Is the witness required to ensure the declaration of love is ensured? Do they just not care about the presence of another and one can easily witness orgies in the street? Then again there is a chance the shemale just cares so little about tradition she willfully ignores it. So far the princess has not given the former knight permission to leave, and to simply leave without permission would most likely be viewed as incredibly rude, especially seeing as he was summoned. By the 4 he wouldn’t be surprised that his adverse reaction upon learning the source of the milk, choosing to distance himself from the two lovers, and his rather half hearted congratulations to their engagement might all be perceived as offensive. The noble warrior often believed himself stoic in the face of strange situations, but this encounter probably easily takes the title as the most unusual, and as such is why he was unable to control his initial reactions. The giantess went on to offer her partner compliments and promises of the future, but her statement of putting the world under her thumb was… concerning. Especially considering her current status as merely a Princess, the idea she perhaps wishes to overthrow her monarch was quickly imagined. Perhaps the demon slayer’s initial deduction of the princess’ virtuous nature was incorrect. And the fact that Florentina mentioned, whom he assumed to be himself, directly after this statement did not bode well either. The bare knight quickly turned around, finding his stoicism once more as his blue orbs met the gaze of the swamp’s ruler with a neutral and calm expression, to which she quickly brought up the matter of Garnot’s recent hedonism. Though it was unbecoming of the knight to help himself to the Royal woman’s recreational materials without permission, he didn’t think it so foul an offence as to be punishable by death. She went on to explain the worth of her goods to the offworlder, which surprised the shorter muscular blond as he would have never thought that the value of the stock he consumed was so immense, his piercing blue eyes widening from this reveal. Where the slayer of beasts came from, such commodities were abundant, freely consumed by even the peasantry. But the ancient warrior knew better than to even insinuate that the goods of royalty were even obtainable by the peasants, especially to someone such as Florentina who seems to think so highly of herself. By the abyss she even refers to her breast milk as “divine lactation”, does she think herself comparable to gods? The outrageous hubris she possesses is staggering. It gave Garnot the thought to attempt to humble the mountain of muscle, it might be difficult, but definitely doable with the gifts gifted to him by the 4, as he has battled dozens of large brutes, even if she makes many of them seem meek in comparison. But to do so would be foolish, least of all because such an attempt would likely only end in either of their deaths, as he doubts the taller blond’s pride would allow her to accept defeat. And even if the powerful former general were to survive the duel, it would only result in an endless hunt for his chiselled head. Returning his thoughts to the cost of the alcohol and herb the crosser of worlds had consumed, Garnot couldn’t help but wonder why the servants never bothered to stop or even warn him? Surely they were very well aware of the debt that the guest they were responsible for serving was inflicting upon himself? They even offered some of the herb to him initially, the scoundrels! Unless… they purposefully neglected to do so, under the command of their master. In his moment of weakness, Florentina sought to take advantage of it to gain a new unwilling subject, orchestrating a situation where his only option would likely be to accept a period of indefinite indentured servitude. This theory was only further supported by her last comment to her equine fiance before addressing the knight, as well as her calm and unbothered manner she addressed the so-called “leech”, as if not truly bothered by the loss of being unable to fund an expansion. It was unexpected, as the Princess seemed wholly disinterested in Garnot, repulsed if anything, especially since he had yet to reveal the powerful gifts granted to him by the gods. Unless the estate owner has a mind-seer who has already divinated his true potential? The services of such a being would be well within a royal’s means. Hopefully the other offworlders are not caught in a similar ploy. At least they don’t seem to share similar depressive hankerings.The noble warrior assumed the threat of death to be more for display, otherwise the canvas he had painted would become blemished. This whole revelation made the explorer of worlds realise that Princess Florentina is a very dangerous individual, not only because of her brawn, but because of her now apparent penchant for plotting. Not many beings possess both brains and incredible brawn, and when they do they are incredibly dangerous. Seems like the royal monk wasn’t lying that she would likely be one of the worst foes one could make. At this point, the vanquisher of evil doubted he could avoid repaying the Princess, the only benefit being he would likely outlast the plotter should he offer himself as a servant. Even a hundred years of servitude would mean nothing to the immortal, as he could diligently serve this backhanded schemer, and outlive her just like everyone he has known before. The noble human composed himself, thinking of the best manner to approach this situation, which started by kneeling down on the right knee, right hand on the floor with an open palm, left hand on the raised knee, and staring down, the stance the accused had to take on his homeworld. Much to Garnot’s displeasure, he concluded it was time to kiss some royal ass, as an old friend would have once have said. “Please accept my humble apologies, Princess Florentina, in my gross ignorance I have caused you immense harm and disrespect. Such commodities were not as expensive in my homeworld, though it does not exempt me from my wanton gluttony, I wholly intended to repay you. Alas, the cost is much higher than expected. Before I continue, please tell me if this position I hold is appropriate, it's the one that a guilty party must take from my homeland, but if it is offensive here in some manner then I kindly ask you to enlighten me Princess, for I am not privy to your customs.” The human immortal would at least be a man of his word, and if the princess commanded him to stand upright, look her in the eye, or whatever position that she would command, he would oblige, he wouldn’t know any better if it was truly customary to do so or not. But should the princess not remark on changing his stance, he would continue maintaining it. “As for my perceived insulting behaviour here, that I too humbly beg forgiveness for. Your figure is powerful and beautiful, I never meant offence, for my reaction to learning the source of the milk was borne not from repulsion, but uncertainty. Uncertainty of whether or not I am even allowed to directly consume from your chiselled form. Uncertainty of whether or not I am allowed to bear witness to your sacred joining.” It hurt the paladin to use such sacred terminology on this brute, but he figured stroking the ego she so eagerly flaunts might aid him. “To start my recompense now, let me first properly congratulate you on your engagement Princess Florentina, and Princess Lyra, I hope that your love reigns long and prosperous, and that your combined peoples and territories grow prosperous under your united rule, and let all the world bear witness to your glorious matrimony.” Normally he would also include a prayer to the 4 patron gods in such felicitations, but he doubts this sly barbarian would appreciate it, if anything her ego might just end up being hurt from the thought of something else being superior to her. “ As for the matter of my material debt, I have little to offer you outside of my numerous arms and armour I possess, much of which I can sell to aid in settling the debt. But my most valuable possession I can offer is my flesh. I possess an unaging body, as I have lived many years longer than naturally possible, and I see no signs of it disappearing. So I can offer you my time as an indentured servant until the debt is paid, even if it takes one hundred or two hundred years to be paid off, I will see it done. Is my offer acceptable, your Highness?”

The blond giantess was enamoured by her equine lover, those emerald orbs fixated on her partner as those toned finger suddenly performed a rear end assault on her lover before her guest, much to Garnot's dismay. The thought of muscular fingers being an oddity was outshone by the unabashed carnal act taking place before him. Florentina continued to freely offer her figure to the centaur. This quickly prompted the human to arise from his seat, avert his gaze and gave some breadth to the two, very awkwardly sipping on his coffee as the very lewd scene occurred out of view, but not out of ear. Florentina then started to casually remark on the methods of mutilation she has employed, which briefly returned Garnot's gaze to hers. The question was also prompted to learn more about the pugilist, and it did tell the undying warrior that she was rather ruthless, and more than likely revelled in her methods of murder. As the tall blond finished answering the shorter blond’s inquiry, she guided the centaur’s hands to her member, and made an odd comment as she cupped her own bosom... At first Garnot's face scrunched concernedly, in disbelief of what the hostess was hinting at. It was only that the full realization occurred when he stared down at the milky coffee, causing the smaller blond's aqua eyes to widen, his free hand raising to cup over his mouth. What bothered the former knight most was not just that this woman just had jugs of her own milk lying around, but that he thought it was really good quality milk. The coffee mug was quickly placed on an open spot on the tray as the human suddenly was disinterested in drinking coffee for a while, his other free hand resting under the arm cupping over his mouth as he stared at the mug for a moment with widened eyes. As the immortal was preoccupied with this concerning revelation, the mountain of muscle continued to be an enigma. As the two women were enjoying each other's flesh, the giantess... proposed? Well, there was one thing that Garnot could be certain of, and that this proposal was genuine. As odd, awkward and rather unorthodox this proposal was, it was at least somewhat sweet to witness someone bare their heart before another. But even so, it would've been preferable if done without exploring the other's insides in front of him. By the 4 Princess Florentina is an incredibly strange being. Even if the human thought so, the mare was unperturbed, as she haughtily accepted this carnal proposal, and threw herself around the giantess’ muscular leg. The human felt incredibly out of place standing around, unsure what to do, until settling on congratulating the two. "Ummm, Congratulations on your engagement?"

Though it was initially surprising, the master of the mansion sharing a bed with a centaur makes some sense. Few beings would be able to survive Florentina's log in a carnal joining, so it would limit her options. The blond giant's preference for women doesn't come as a shock, considering her aggressive arrogance towards men. And if she considers a muscularly built man a femboy, then a real bottom would probably not even be worthy of her thoughts. And as much as it bothers the ancient human to admit it, her logic is sound. This mountain of muscle very clearly possesses more physical prowess than most males he has encountered in his time, and the undying traveller can only recall a handful of men capable of meeting or surpassing her. Lyra's very personal morning greeting had clearly stirred the blond giant's blood, as the two briefly exchanged words, the centaur assuaging the supposed huntress' concern with a compliment, the muscle bound woman pulled her lover in for a very sensual kiss, leaving the other blond to somewhat awkwardly stand around, sip coffee and wait for the two to finish. The joining of their lips had aroused the shemale, her giant love log unabashedly erect in the morning light for all to see. The lady of the swamp proceeded to playfully spank her riding horse, which the mare seemed to bare with... pride? The scene prompted the human to sharply raise his right eyebrow for but a moment. The local princess followed up by promising to her partner she would reforge Lyra's tribe, and improve them beyond what they currently are, and how their alliance would bring prosperity to the swamp. It struck the human as odd, for he would not have assumed Flora to possess such benevolent desires. The knight assumed the swamp dweller to carry a more blunt philosophy of keeping her concerns to those deemed strong. Furthermore, she seems to value the well being of her realm. Then again, if she truly believed the philosophy the human initially guessed, why would the giantess have bothered housing any of the otherworldly strangers? Flora is an odd being, but perhaps she carries a better heart one might initially assume. Despite how… incredibly intimate their behaviour has been, it is at least heartwarming to see two beings so enamoured with one another. The blurry image of his first love still haunts the immortal’s mind, and since she died it has been difficult for the immortal to wholeheartedly love another, out of fear of watching them grow old and pass on, leaving him to tread alone once more. How jealous the human is of being able to follow your heart without concern. Lyra bowed in appreciation to her muscular host, before setting off at Flora's behest. The two larger women's entire exchange did worry the undying warrior however, for he felt they were ready to collide their bodies in a carnal joining with each other at any moment, regardless of the blond human's presence. Even if it is Flora's house, it would've been preferred for the two to partake in their animalistic rutting behind closed doors. Hopefully it doesn't happen, even if signs point to otherwise, and hopefully it isn't a common cultural ritual to share one's body with a partner so openly in these parts. After the human/horse chimaera left, the two blond's strolled to the pool, the taller blond informing her shorter guest that he was to follow Lyra's commands, an understandable demand, and somewhat repeated what Garnot had said earlier. An apology is pointless without action. The comment of excising the umbilical cord was interpreted as essentially offering to train him. The immortal had ignored the confusing female’s snide remark earlier, having more or less grown accustomed to Flora's insults at this point. The former knight was however left unsure how to respond to her words, so he merely nodded. As the giantess sat down on her enormous rear end on the edge of the pool, those tanned tree trunk legs resting within surprisingly clear waters, the shemale stated that she would only begin discussions when her significant other was present. So whatever the supposedly female has in mind, included the mare. The giantess quickly followed with by warning Garnot that she would kill him in a rather unique fashion, one that that made him morbidly curious, should the undying explorer try and make a move on her lover. The immortal had already concluded to leave the mare well enough alone, and this little exchange was merely confirmation of his earlier suspicions. And the ancient warrior shan’t hold it against her, Flora’s already established herself as a brute, so expecting less would just be foolish, furthermore it is well within her right to protect that which she loves. The immortal warrior took a seat next to his host, before sipping from his coffee and responding to her. “Fret not Princess Florentina, I already promised you to leave what is yours well enough alone. It is rather heartwarming to see two people so in love. I would not dare threaten something so precious. Though I do have one question whilst we await Lady Lyra’s return. Have you killed someone with the method you so nonchalantly threatened me with?” The centaur returned shortly thereafter carrying a tray of drinks and assorted foodstuffs, some familiar, some strange. The mare motioned Garnot to grab another drink, of what looks to be coffee, before she took her place next to the giantess, sensually running that copper hand across the taller blond’s muscular legs. Her accompanying words immediately flashed a singular thought in the human’s mind. Please don’t do it here, not now. It was rather annoying how much the Mare was egging on the aroused giantess, doing everything to say she wishes to go at it without saying it directly. "Thank you Lady Lyra, I will be sure to grab another cup when I am finished with this one." The undying explorer said, hoping to divert some attention away so that the two women hopefully don't join their flesh before his eyes, and within such close proximity of him.

The undying traveller's approach did not elicit a response from the muscle bound princess, her gaze fixed ahead of hear as the human walked to the side of her. The shemale only bothered to fix her gaze upon the shorter blond when his lips started flapping, with eyes that looked like she was staring at an insect. Garnot stood unflinching to her response, visage still and calm before the wrathful figure. Internally, the former knight found Florentina's words amusing, for his simple, cordial greeting evoked such an aggressive response that was so casually delivered, which was rather unexpected. However, her chastisement of his recent actions were warranted, and understandable. The wandering warrior questioned her hospitality, but was unafraid to take advantage of it merely to forget his failures. Long ago, he would mocked and belittled others for such behaviour, believing a man should be able to rise above any trial and tribulation, and should never expose themselves to such unbecoming behaviour. Yet here he stood, naked and rightly chastised for acting like a selfish whore. How far has he fallen? Nodding his head slightly, Garnot responded calmly "You're right, I have been abusing your gracious hospitality, for which I apologise. But words without action are vapid, so I promise to refrain from further laying my hands on what is yours, and the estate staff shall be left unbothered." Her royal buffness then commanded the human to grab a cup of coffee, motioning to the patio door, from which an unexpected visitor emerged. Hooves clopped on the patio floor, stopping short as the being it came from halted after emerging from the door. Garnot turned to witness the torso of a human merged with the body of a horse, the human counterpart replacing the the neck of the equine. It has been several worlds and untold years since last the immortal has gazed upon a centaur. Which reminded the explorer of worlds how many races exist as a simple amalgamation of humans and some wild animal, for some strange reason. The caramel skinned human/equine chimera also had interesting hair, at least by human standards (and ignoring the horse hair), for she had streaks of golden blond locks running through her dark and silvery hair. The centaur offered a smile, a wave and a rather normal greeting as the human turned to meet her gaze. The centaur only added her name after making an interesting comment of "Looking forward to training". Considering the words from the Lady of the house, and the newcomer's words, perhaps Florentina isn't quite that upset, and intends to train Garnot and the four legged being, and perhaps others. Lyra gestured with a hoof instead of a hand as she commented on the human's lack of attire. Responding with a smile of his own, the ancient warrior placed his right hand on his chest and greeted the centaur in kind. "Pleasure to meet you Lyra. My name is Garnot. And yes, the bareness helps with the bothersome heat, something I am yet to become accustomed to." The human horse hybrid quickly mentioned that coffee was prepared, before sauntering to the muscle bound princess, and laying those hands on the royalty's toned body. So the two are intimate then? Interesting. This means Garnot should be wary around the centaur, since Florentina might take any slight as a an opportunity for violence, and the shemale is the last person he wishes to fight. The immortal left the two to frolic about as he went to pour himself a mug of coffee. Garnot found it curious that the mug's, cutlery and other crockery were made of bone, and had intricate patterns molded onto them. Not the first time he has seen bones used as kitchenware, but it is the first time they have been used as a material. He has also noticed bone used as a material for other things, but how the people of this world managed to mold bone without breaking it is a question that will have to be answered at a later date. After rummaging around for a bit, a jug of milk was found in the kitchen, which Garnot was thankful for, as he was not a fan of straight dark coffee. It's interesting how many worlds have some form of coffee, and what the people mix with it, if they do at all. For the explorer, a little of milk with his coffee is his go to. The muscular blond walked out, mug in hand, slowly sipping from the mug, as he returned to his previous spot. The local coffee was rather pleasant, however the milk did taste rather strange, though it was nothing concerning. His gaze returned to the giantess' face as he spoke. "What did you have in mind to discuss Princess Florentina?"

The blond princess' gracious hosting of the off-worlders had always puzzled Garnot. He wondered what she hoped to gain from it, for very, very few people would offer room and board to a bunch of strangers for no benefit. Learning that Florentina was indeed, royalty, explained the lavishness of the accommodation. The human immortal quickly noticed and pieced together the shemale's daily routine, one that was rarely disrupted. Having such a rigorous routine revealed the blond giantess to be a person of incredible discipline, something he perceives as a rare trait. One that made him respect his odd hostess more. The anatomically confusing woman would spend many hours honing her body, either through exercise or sparring. Her physique was so extraordinary it bordered on being fantasy if he were to tell others from the places he came from. It might not be news to people on this world as a muscular warrior princes who fought with her fists would likely gain some notoriety in her own kingdom. Garnot was not unafraid to make use of the princess with a penis' exercise facilities, though not making it a daily habit as his hostess. The human warrior was often found honing his own body, and training with himself by using his magic of weapon conjuring to effectively spar with himself with his various weapon disciplines. Not the same as sparring with a real partner, but still helps keep one sharp, and he doubts anyone here knows how to use the more exotic weapons he has come across. When the accomplished explorer finished he would go take a bath afterwards, not being very fond of the pool. The exercise was incredibly gruelling the first couple of days as his body adapted to the incredibly humid environment. This qucikly revealed her royal buffness' choice to always be nude to probably be a logical choice, one that the human followed suit, as training with any amount of clothing was suffocating, and reduced laundry. When not training, the immortal would busy himself with more... debaucherous activities. Exploring the bottoms of wine bottles, carnal activities with the staff, or experiences granted by local substances. Anything to distract the immortal from his past really. The human was awake early this day, and found the blond giantess outside, naked, as per usual after having some lovely breakfast. The love sausage between Flo's legs had raised many questions for the world treader, and though not as perturbing as it was when he first saw it, it still made him guess Florentina's gender. It was not the first time he had seen a woman with a man's member, but the combination of it, her incredibly aggressive, and proud personality, enjoyment of emasculating men, and habit of using it to pleasure other women, Garnot was genuinely questioning her true sex. Florentina stood unashamed on her patio staring out at the surrounding jungle and swamp. The human was a man who prided himself in learning from masters of many martial disciplines, but they were always weapon based. Yet to learn proper hand to hand combat styles that are effective at killing an opponent without a weapon had always seemed... pointless, given the immortal's choice of magic. But after having that stripped away from him on the train, and watching the shemale spar, the knight never wanted to feel disarmed again. He had mentioned to her a few times an interest in learning from her but was never given a clear response. Perhaps today might be the day she caves in and teaches him the ways of the fist? Garnot stood relaxed with his arms crossed beside the walking mountain of muscle , keeping a few feet between them since normal comfortable standing distances felt like it didn't really apply when standing next to one twice your own height. Addressing the royal blond with a cordial tone "Good morning Princess Florentina. Lovely start to the day, wouldn't you agree?" Garnot turned his head to look at Flo, thinking for a moment he has to look a bit more up than usual to look at her head. Probably just imagining it

Salman exits the rp

Gerhard had borne witness to but a spark of light. An illumination not of earthly origins but that of his emerald goddess. Truly the sea had ebbed in such a way to permit their meeting. Salman evangelized and empathized with the inferior creature. It wasn't his fault his kind hadn't evolved a shell yet. He hoped that the lost soul might find his way to the sea mother's divine lighthouse by distributing with such compassion. What the lobster offered was a chance at redemption. The giant wasn't yet ready to take those steps forward. To leave the misery behind and continue onward with his temporal voyage. Salman would respect his indecisiveness and pray that he might outlast such sorrow. He was steadfast to his word and would strike the defiled down in the name of the butcher's fallen kin. Gerhard may be unable to do so, but this ordinator could. He'd dispatch with justice and brand the name of the tribunal and the house boneless of limbs onto those heretical abominations. Salman nodded while he felt the calling of the ocean. Destiny was present this day, and it helmed his corporeal vessel. Still, he wouldn't accept the peasant's offer. As he was now, Gerhard was imperfect. A defective tool incapable of supporting his grand crusade. But perhaps one day, that might change. And on that dawn, he'd welcome the smooth skin as a convert and brother of the sea. "You may lack faith. I, however, do not. I see in you a faint ember. We'll meet again, the sea mother wills it, of that much, I'm sure. You must first overcome this tribulation if you're to be of use. Don't give up. Keep paddling and keep your head above those crushing waves. Every day, every inch, is a victory. Don't lose sight of that. And don't shun your eyes from the maiden of the ocean's lighthouse. It's luster will guide you back to shore. And should you fall prey to the undertow and are swept back into those turbulent crests. Know that there is no shame in trying again." Salman added with a bow. The crustacean was now walking away. He was dumbfounded that his mother had sent him on this charted course. Indeed she must have foreseen this day. And if such a wretched soul and inferior lifeform can find deliverance. Then who couldn't? A final question remained in his mind. Did Zelena's maternal tendrils know no limits regarding their compassion?

Salman was most curious if the diva could live up to her reputation. But, given she worshipped the land-based idols, the ordinator wasn't too hopeful. What their mother saw in the giant was a mystery to him. He wouldn't dwell much more on such thought and returned his attention to the present. Maysoon astute observation wouldn't be met with any opposition. The justiciar agreed with the premise. That work was good for the soul and paramount for their future. The lobster's obsidian eyes studied the woman as she reposed onto her tendrils. Salman was a tad envious. He understood the advantage such delicate appendages offered. For whatever reason, the maiden of the sea felt he belonged bound to his current form. His chitinous shell served a grand purpose. Whatever that might be was muddied but would likely become more transparent with time. "The ecosystem of life is no different than that of society. It is as our emerald mother says." He added a famous quote. It was his way of affirming that he agreed with it—a position bolstered by the subtle nodding of the head in congruence. "I don't doubt that the brute is impressive for a land lover. But that isn't exactly saying much nor is it high praise." The crustacean gurgled while his oral tentacles rubbed together. Salman chuckled in agreement with Maysoon's conclusion about the warlord. "Very befitting. I'll try to remain clean and sidestep their violent outbursts. I'm not there to conquer. I've been dispatched to represent our people and convert. A task I feel is exceedingly more challenging. Whatever my findings, I'll be sure to relay my opinions if the impossible should occur and I meet one of the South with some civility." His voice indicated that Salman considered such an occurrence as nothing short of a miracle. The arbiter temporarily avoided commenting on the kernel metaphor. he apprehended its connotation but wasn't prepared to add much to the remark. Salman learned from Zelena's homilies that silence is often golden if one doesn't have anything worthwhile to add. It wouldn't take long before the lobster would reply to both it and her request for seeds. "I agree. Although, I rather avoid the need for recovery if possible." He stressed before his beady eyes glinted the ambient light. "I'm no botanist or alchemist. I won't promise success. Still, I'll bring what I can, and hopefully, I'll luckily pick something that may survive the trip or our soil. Now, let's pretend I'm ignorant of the topic. What precisely would I be looking for? I can gather things randomly, but some direction might increase the likelihood of charming you." The oni didn't see any point in hiding his wants. The egg bearers dictated whose line continued. As a man, he held no influence over that process. The best he could do was to carry out his responsibilities and pray she decided he was worthy of seeding the next generation.

There was much insight in the words of the egg bearer. Maysoon resolve in her faith was indisputable, which cause Salman to regard himself as impotent. The crusade he was given was paramount. If even one of those land worshippers could be reclaimed then it was a mission worth pursuing. His chest lifted and fell as the crustacean exhaled a heavy breath. Those obsidian eyes took in the tendrilled one. A sight he'd remember as he suffered the unsightliness of the lesser races. "I'll sprinkle enlightenment across the lands of drought. I see now that even if one soul can be saved it is a mission worthy of my time. Our emerald mother wouldn't have entrusted me with such an onerous task if she wasn't convinced of my usefulness. After all, we can't expect the sea to do all the work. And the ocean only aids those that help themselves. For many of us, the current is a turbulent one, but the flow is always there for us to follow, no matter how many times we may find ourselves plunged into its depths." There was conviction in those words and a fire within those otherwise darken eyes. Salman tilted his head as Maysoon spoke of constructing defenses. Their kind was a young species that was birthed from the waters of creation late into the cycle. Still, the justiciar believed they were destined to stem the heretics. Storm or not, their beaches will weather the turbulence to come. "Let them come. They will be crushed by our waves. Although, I concede we may require the help of those gentiles to the south. They may be ignorant and biologically inferior. But one needn't look far to see how their sins have made them adept at war. I heard the only liquid gracing their parched land is a steady downpour of blood." The ordinator added with a nod. Salman's hands resumed the stroking of his facial tentacles. Those feelers instinctively coiled around his carapace fingers. "I've heard many stories regarding the Mortetor, the swamp incarnate. Our mother speaks well of their warlord. I hope I get the chance to meet this Florentina and see her usefulness for myself. In truth, I find it difficult to believe such a feral woman will avail us. Don't get me wrong, I don't deride thrill from killing, but when done righteously, it's just a duty, like any other." Maysoon's statement concerning the difference between their tasks was valid. He was charged with maintaining the status quo, the present state of the waters. But she, she was presented with the formation of tomorrow. A task that seemed impossible, yet one that had to be carried out. "Should the coastline be swept clean, should one loses everything they built, they'll always have family. In a world overflowing with the foam of despair and indecision, it is of great solace to know that, in the end, there is a lighthouse even on the dimmest of shores. That is why I never fret about tomorrow." Salman finished as he stood proudly before Maysoon. His body radiates his faith. Like the sounds of the seaside, it was boisterous and seemed to come from every direction.

The justiciar secretly questioned the point of his divine crusade. Could he, a mere lobster, truly reach those who bowed before the great deciever? Salman would carry out his assignment regardless of his apprehension. Still, it was a troubling thought that wiggled in the back of his mind. Zelena is wise. It would be heretical to defy such a decree due to doubt. So he'd ultimately remain true to his path, for that's what's required for those who claimed to hold faith. The crustcean listened carefully to the clutch bearers words. The pair clung to the same philosophy concerning preperation. If the oni were to flourish they could only do so by positioning themselves ahead of such tribulations. An ethos that stoked their glorious civilization and would continue to fuel their inevitable evolution. Despite what some outlanders might say, it was self-evident they were here to stay. No amount of distrust or disdain coult alter their plotted trajectory. "The potential fulminations that might disrupt our harmony is vast. Let the universe try; it'll learn that our kind aren't so easily caught unaware. Remain viiglant sister, for it is through our astute minds that the world will bend to the rising sea." Salman declared without a thought. Maysoon may disagree with his sense of superiority. However, it wouldn't be enough to silence those boastful waves. Salman's obsidian eyes remained locked onto the squidling as she showered him with praise. That complimentary language did little to still his ego. The ordinator would have been caught smiling if such a thing were possible. But the wiggling of his chins feelers communicated such approval. Maysoon's statement alleviated his fears. It confirmed the insurmountable duty he had been charged with was virtous. The lobster stroked his facial tentacles, tugging on them while he ruminated. A gentle gurgle fleeing from his sealed mandibles as the aquatic crusader mulled over how to best respond. "Zelena believes they can be reached. That we alone can purge away the sin they inherited. I don't know why she decided to use me as her tool. For how can I, a lowly ordinator, hope to carry such a gospel to the deaf? How can those blind follow the light on the shore?" Maysoon could hear his voice trembling. The weight of his responsibilities were heavy indeed. If Salman failed, it was unlikely he'd ever be seen alive. For there was no transgression like heresay. "Let them come and try. The mockeries will learn that we are far from easy to conquer. They're after all merely immitations. Idol's birthed to profane the righteousness of the sea. Such disgrace e can't allow. Don't misconstrue my words. I'm not wishing for a fight. I merely won't cower should the typhoon meet our coast." The clutch bearer had her mind, but Salman had his body. Together there was no question that the two could work as one to accomplish miracles. After all, such was the ecosystem of the cosmos. The synergy of their civilization. "I don't know whose task is more ardous? Regardless, I look forward to returning after a successful campaign. And when I do, I hope I can see the fruits of your labor. Tell me, Lady Maysoon, what is it that inspires your placid inner sea?' He questioned, complimenting her in a way that would elude most.

The oni are a productive lot. They didn't have room in their ranks for freeloaders. The creation of a new empire from nothing was a massive undertaking. Somehow they managed to carry their load and more. An accomplishment only made possible by the wisdom and mathematical precision of their mother. The fact a clutch bearer sought to get her feelers dirty was humbling. It inspired Salman to remain true to his role and fixate on meeting whatever quotas were dished his way. Maysoon freely disclosed the reasoning for her working of the field. The crustacean interpreted this as a sign of trust and respect. A great honor, given the divide between them. Thus far the county of the harvest had warded off famine. But Salman understood that such a threat could emerge without much notice. The fact their leaders were so proactive served as another reason why the Oni outclassed the lesser races to the south. An opinion he kept to himself, as it rarely produced positive outcomes. "It is wise to stay ahead of potential issues so we might curb them. If I might inquire, how likely is the possibility of shortages? I know that our hearts will not be so easily swayed by worldly suffering. That doesn't mean I subscribe to the idea we shouldn't bypass them when possible." The lobster added before placing his helmet back on. The plumage from the sea pens danced in the gentle breeze. His obsidian eyes studied the woman as his face was ever placid. The ordinator questioned if it was wise to disclose his mission. Zelena didn't say he couldn't, and Maysoon wasn't a prawn. He ultimately decided there was no harm. His mandibles rubbed against one another as the justiciar prepared to speak. "I'm charged with representing our people. I've been ordered to head south into the heretical lands and evangelize. Not through preaching, but by action. My deeds are to serve as a light to allow better relations while perhaps inspiring converts from amongst the land dwellers. I'm to show them the folly of rejecting the sea for their geo-idols." Salman answered with pride. He was unsure if Maysoon would see the wisdom in his holy crusade. But in case, he'd elaborate. "I hate to admit it, but we may need the unbelievers should the icons of sin seek to pollute our beaches. The defiled are still a threat. Even if some downplay the likelihood of their return." He spoke candidly, highlighting that some questioned the severity of the plague bearers. A lapse in judgment the arbiter didn't intend to make.