Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 3]

Lord Rack shimmied over to Mia pronto. Facing her, he pointed urgently to his face, making an expression of exaggerated horror to warn her of the social faux-pas. This probably wasn't the right time to put the mantis god through a detailed interrogation for one's story-writing purposes. First you'd have to express sympathy for the no doubt highly personal and traumatic tale of Craft's past he had just exposed to all of them, right? You know, at least a moment of silence, or a word of "wow being imprisoned in a lamp for that long must have been terrifying I don't think I would have lasted that long good on you for surviving that ordeal with sanity intact?!" He knew Mia wasn't heartless- far from it, but sheesh, since when was everyone so socially awkward? Lord Rack shot a glance at Bacardi, not expecting him to drop the whole 'tiny' thing from his speech despite how obviously off-limits that now was. Not entirely his fault, what with perpetual intoxication. Lord Rack would have to move fast before Bacardi could chime in.

With heavy concern in his voice, he spoke to Craft. "I have seldom heard of such cruelty and deliberately prolonged suffering, my friend. Should the deity Break ever appear to us, your warning tale may serve to save our very lives and those of our mortal children- and for that, we must thank you."