[He is still for a long, long time as they stare at the eye, the tentacles. Is this what Fjord felt, looking at his patron? At something he knew could destroy him in a blink if it wanted to?]

[Part of his brain screams at him to flee. To move, to get down, to run away from all of this. He is a coward, and he knows it.]

[Frumpkin rubs his cheek against the scratchy beard, and he breathes for the first time in what seems like a long time. He can do this. If he doesn't... well. They all might be dead.]

Your... Your Majesty. Thank you for agreeing to see us, even if this is very... unconventional. We would like to ask you a few questions... if that is all right. We have all traveled a very... very long way.