[HQ Ignorance] Scene 115: Propitiatory Worship

[Lev Lafayette]

A blooded Aalmon, covered in the muck, spittle and worse of the Giant
Mouth stumbles towards the assembled worshippers through the haze of
smoke. He tells them that they are fools if they challenge him, and he
too is a fool for accepting the request. There is a murmur of
disapproval of his words, but then silence, and the crowd parts to make
way for Niantic, the Shaman of the Three Burrows Nest, of the Four Hills
Tribe.

"You succeeded where many had failed, Moon man. You and your little
darkness friend; yes he breathes yet - my magic will cure his grave
wounds. Alas, I cannot say the same for the plant woman. Her time has
past and her spirit released. As I promised, we shall use our Gopher
magics to take you anywhere in Pent that you request."

"Do not look so shocked. I told you that Chaos touched us. Other
travellers too had been fed to the Great Mouth; for where the Mouth did
not feed upon strangers, it fed among our brothers and sisters. Would
you not do the same? Our ancestors taught us that sacrifice to Malia can
keep disease at bay. We offer no love to such great spirits, but we can
and do appease them. This is our way. And it works."

"It worked this time as well. We offered three bodies to the Mouth, and
we also warned the three bodies that the Mouth waited for them. We gave
promises, and we intend to keep them. Whence do you wish to go courier?
What message shall you take?"