"Uh so, what else do you do besides make clothes ?", you say trying to make some conversation. You weren't going to get this guy to betray his queen, but you might learn something useful if you keep him talking.
"Oh me ?", he said sounding genuinely excited in your interest in him. "Whenever I'm assigned to a village, it is my duty to take note of and report any blasphemous activity.", he explained. "Normally I'm not supposed to tell anyone but, because you are to lead one day, you were going to learn of this sooner or later."
Clive then got another excited look on his face as a thought came to mind, "Who knows, maybe someday I might get to report to you in your village". You gave a sheepish smile trying to match Clive's high energy.
"How interesting. And what exactly would I do in the case of a blasphemer ?". "Oh I wouldn't know. For as long as I've had my position I've never seen one. All have remained loyal to their leaders and the Goddesses", Clive responded reassuring you.
Well that's just great. No wonder he's never seen any of these Marzecites, everyone just falls in line. If you ever wanted to get out of here you were probably going to have to come up with something yourself. You were also going to have to be on the look out for any of these spies that Elizabeth has set up, you couldn't risk getting caught.
Your train of thought is interrupted by the door swinging open. It was Elizabeth once again and Clive quickly fell to his knees as she approached. You kneeled down with him, trying to make yourself look as dedicated as you could so he wouldn't be suspicious later.
"Learning our place, are we ?", Elizabeth commented with her usual dry sarcasm. "Save it for my daughter, the feast begins soon.", she says before placing the cage necklace down before you again. Still no sign of Shara. You let out a small sigh before approaching the cage and entering again.
She spoke no words to Clive and left the room with you. You endured the familiar swinging of the cage as the giantess makes her way back to the breakfast table from earlier that day. The difference now being that the table had an all different kind of food.
You could see the lines of tiny people from your vantage point, all of them standing in place with their arms bound. This was it, these were the feast. You couldn't tell if it was from the horrid sight or the constant swinging, but you felt like you were gonna be sick.
Elizabeth once again tosses you out of the cage and onto the table. You stood back up and were met with the smiling, but still visibly nervous face of Shara. "Hi stranger", she says before quickly hugging you.
"The two of you should be excited. Soon you will witness my daughter truly come of age.", Elizabeth says ignoring you and Shara's genuine embrace. "Don't worry though. I am kind and will..."
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