After dropping off the tools at the supplies area, Lucius dragged himself to where the shroom was being held captive.
"Did anyone come by?" he asked, as he passed by the leafling currently on guard duty.
"No one, Captain," the leafling replied, stepping back to give Lucius space.
"Has it said anything?" he asked after, staring into the makeshift prison that he had crafted.
"It complained about being hungry, and made several threats to devour everyone in the camp," the leafling responded.
~ It's good that he's so calm even when saying that. Perhaps Alpha's men aren't so afraid of death?~ Lucius thought to himself, before dismissing the guard.
"Why do you surround yourself with bottom-tier creatures?" the shroom asked, its speech slow and slurred. It was clearly still injured from yesterday's beating.
Lucius could've healed it to make things a little easier, but that was not a privilege he was willing to give to someone under suspicion of killing half his commune.
