The doors to the underground parts of your hive are locked and hidden and you’ve thrown a few chunks of meat to your lusus so he doesn’t attack your guests. ‘Guests’. Whatever in the world gave you the idea of having two murderers in your hive was a good idea? Regardless, you’ve sent out coordinates and gotten yourself into this mess and you don’t see yourself getting out of it.
Now you wait for the trolls at hand to arrive at your hive and you wait in the kitchen, taking out some alcohol and cups and setting them on the table for when they arrive, listening for the door while you wait.
Your name is Begure Nidale and tonight you had some serious fucking problems, so of course you’re on your way to solve it one of the only ways you knew how. By getting absolutely wasted. You were originally just going to go off to some bar with an acquaintance of yours, but when you invited Ophiel he said he had a shit ton of alcohol just lying around and hell if you were going to turn down free booze. So you just barge in the door of what you’re pretty sure is the right place with a grumpy expression on your face.
You didn’t really know what you were doing, heading in to a legislacerator’s hive. You were a Decimercenary and pretty paranoid, so going in to a place without scoping it out first was hard to do. But you saw the troll who matched Begure’s files walk in and you didn’t hear any signs of a struggle so… You should be fine. Right?
You tugged at the hood of your cloak, keeping it low as you walked over to open the door. No need to knock, Begure hadn’t after all. You peered around as you stepped away, looking for any sign of the other trolls. “Hello?”