Excusing myself to the restroom, I dialed up the Chancellor.
His voice was high and loud, "My good boy Jerm, how is it so far? Have you accomplished entering a foster home?"
I weighed my options but Quiblys were not allowed to lie, "The foster home mission is in progress. Just a slight deviation, sir."
His voice dropped, "We don't deviate Jerm. You know that. I have half a mind to cancel this entire mission right now and bring you home."
I knew I was doing the right thing, "Sir, I'm in a home. It's secluded from the rest of the humans. I'm going to try to get adopted into this home tonight."
He drew a deep breath of nitrogen, "Well, what if they don't accept you? What if they call the police?"
Attempting to calm the Chancellor, "Sir, I feel very confident in this course of action. This will work."
The Chancellor ended the communications.
As I flushed the toilet, the Ring of Conquest began to pulse again.
Short soft pulse, long soft pulse, medium rapid pulse.
Short soft pule.
Y.
Long soft pulse.
E.
Medium rapid pulse.
S.
YES!
Dad was telling me I was doing the right thing.
Let's hope the Chancellor doesn't send me orders to return.