Belissar raised an eyebrow.
“So, the tour is over, then?”
Nenavann hung his head with a pained expression.
“To be honest, we normally don’t require a tour in the first place. We were just…incredulous that a human could act in accordance with the Circle’s code and wanted to see your operations for ourselves.”
Tarwantrad rolled her eyes.
“You could have just believed me. The wardmaster did.”
Nenavann sighed but did not object.
“I…apologize for our excessive caution towards you, Tower Keeper Belissar. But rest assured, now that we have confirmed you are fit for the Circle, there is no need for us to see the rest of your dungeon. Please, show us as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. It could better inform what sort of boons and assistance we can offer you, but that is between you and your fellow dungeon masters. You only need share as much as you wish.”
Belissar crossed his arms as he considered that.
Tarwantrad and Urubran both just nodded repeatedly as hard as they could.
Belissar headed to the core room and placed the seed there, for now. He asked the First of the Fifth to have the gardeners take a look at it before returning to the two remaining dungeon masters.
“So…I guess we’re working together now?”
Tarwantrad made a huge grin.
Belissar couldn’t help but smile in turn.
“And…if I show you the Tower to help you pick boons, you promise you’ll keep what you see secret?”
Tarwantrad adopted a serious expression and nodded.
“Absolutely. I have already sworn an oath before my patron for what I see today, and I swear a longer one if it will reassure you. I promise, Belissar, whatever you share with me, I will use only to your benefit. And I will not let anyone harm you or your Tower, especially not the Compact. I will close the door myself before I allow that to occur.”
Urubran raised an eyebrow as he smirked.
“And doom us all? Didn’t take you for casual treason, Tarwantrad.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“If the Compact betrays Belissar after all this, then we deserve whatever fate befalls us.”
Urubran raised up his hands.
“Don’t look at me, I agree with you on that.”
Belissar turned to the other dungeon master, who had been quiet for most of the trip until now. Urubran caught his gaze and gave Belissar a nod.
“Do you wish for me to depart as well, Tower Keeper Belissar? I don’t mind if you’d prefer to speak with Tarwantrad alone for now.”
Belissar glanced at Tarwantrad. She gave him a smile.
“Urubran is a friend and I trust him. You can as well.”
For some reason, she had a flash of irritation across her face before she continued.
“Also, his patron is the God of Fire, so he might be able to share some insight if you have Fire-type monsters, rooms, features, or defenders. Like the fire honey you mentioned, or your sworn defender…?”
She glanced at Chief Rohsuak, who gave her a smile and a nod. Urubran’s eyes lit up.
“Did you say fire honey?”
Belissar slowly began to nod.
“I see. Well, if you trust him, Tarwantrad, then it’s fine.”
Urubran gave him a grin.
“Thanks, Tower Keeper Belissar. I look forward to seeing what you’ve come up with. But…first you might want to tell Tarwantrad what exactly that building over there is.”
Belissar found Tarwantrad bouncing about as she stared at the Bee Barracks with a huge grin. He glanced around and found the Firstborn had flown out to watch the outsiders with the bee army.
“Do you mind if I show them your home?”
The Firstborn gave him a salute dance.
“If King trusts, we trust.”
Tarwantrad paused, her eyes going wide as she followed Belissar’s gaze.