After deciding on the rewards, Belissar was about to dismiss everyone when he heard Chief Rohsuak’s voice in his head.
“I apologize for the late report, Tower Keeper, but would you like to hear about my talks with the sigmaka today?”
Belissar’s eyes widened a bit. He had forgotten about those.
“Ah, yes. Is…there a reason we’re using the Tower speak?”
He glanced over at Chief Rohsuak and she moved her eyes in Tarwantrad’s direction.
“Do you wish to inform our guest about the sigmaka and our dealings with them? I did not wish to speak in front of them until you had made your preference clear.”
Belissar crossed his arms. That was a good question. Did he want to tell Tarwantrad about the sigmaka? Or rather, he knew he didn’t mind Tarwantrad knowing, but did he want to tell the Circle and the Compact about the sigmaka?
“I…think it’s fine to let Tarwantrad know. I’m pretty sure she’ll warn us if we shouldn’t let the Compact know? Or is there another reason we should hide it?”
“It depends on if you prefer to prioritize cooperation or contingencies, Tower Keeper. If we inform our allies about our dealings, we could potentially arrange for broader agreements and avoid any misunderstandings. Likewise, letting them both know we are working with other parties may encourage them to cooperate further. But if we want to prepare for the case where either of them prove untrustworthy, an ally they weren’t aware of could become a powerful asset. Additionally, if they are aware of each other, they could potentially make agreements without our knowledge, though this is less likely in this case since you control the only door the Compact can travel through.”
“I cannot say for the humans’ towers, but for the Sacred Dens I am aware of battling remnants was the primary method of challenging. We proved ourselves before the gods by battling against the Hunger in their name. We do so here as well, though the God of Bees always acknowledges more peaceful methods of worship.”
Tarwantrad crossed her arms.
“I think I may need to consult Nenavann, if you don’t mind me sharing this with him. This sounds far different from how I was taught, so I am not sure how useful my example would be to you. Perhaps it would be best for you to continue as you already know for now. Fortunately, you have the Oracle of Bees present, so you can also consult your patron directly on her preferences.”
Belissar couldn’t help but let out a light sigh. It looked like it was up to him to figure out after all. But then he shook his head and glanced at Velebee with a smile. Perhaps that wasn’t true. After all, who better to teach him how to honor the God of Bees then the god herself?
Tarwantrad looked at him with a serious expression.
“Belissar, how much of all of this do you want me to share with the Circle, or at least with Nenavann? I think it may be wise to consult with him at least on the question of why our dungeons are so different. As for the sigmaka, the Circle approves of friendly relations so it’s up to you. However, it sounds as if you’re preparing for an imminent attack by the Tower Lords?”
“Well, not soon. It took a small scouting party months to get here so apparently any armies will take longer than that. But they are coming for us with ten thousand Tower Guards, so I’m trying to prepare however I can.”
“Tower Guards? And those are…?”
Chief Rohsuak’s face turned grim.
“Fully blessed champions of the gods.”
Tarwantrad’s eyes widened and began to tremble.
“The humans have…ten thousand fully blessed champions?”
Belissar shook his head.
“Sehfitis, ah, a human augur we captured who joined us, said the Tower Lord whose son attacked us has ten thousand.”
Tarwantrad went completely pale.
“B-Belissar, I need to tell the Circle about this. Nenavann at minimum. This…this is something you and I can’t deal with alone.”
Belissar and Chief Rohsuak glanced at each other, both of their eyes widening. For Tarwantrad, one of the mystical fair folk, to be this shaken? Chief Rohsuak gave Belissar a grim nod. He turned back towards Tarwantrad with a gulp.
Tarwantrad gaped at Nenavann for a moment before scowling. They were currently in a small office within Nenavann’s dungeon, with a large window looking out over the sea.
“Is that so? Is that so? Nenavann, how can you act so calm?! The human dungeon masters have ten thousand champions! Each!”
Tarwantrad cut off her shouts, though, as Nenavann lifted a hand.
“You have the wrong impression, Tarwantrad. You are imagining ten thousand of our champions. Humans are different.”
Nenavann turned his hand until his palm faced up and then blue lights began to dance above it.
“We of the fair folk live and breathe magic. It flows through our veins and naturally follows our commands. We are promised great power and immortality from our very birth.”
He held out his other hand, leaving it empty.
“It is not so with humans. They are born with short lives and no magic. It takes them years of study and practice to achieve what even a child in the land of the fair does naturally, and by then their time is already ticking. Due to their lack of strength, far more humans will seek the gods’ blessings. An average warrior among our people can match what all but the most exceptional of human champions, while only the most devoted of our people will become champions at all. It is not ten thousand sword saints that come for Belissar.”
Tarwantrad collapsed into her seat.
“Oh, thank the gods…”
Nenavann dropped his hand and grimaced.
“That is not to say, though, that the situation is not extremely serious.”