The rest of the party closed without incident, and right now, currently, I was in a carriage heading towards the city gates. My mother was sitting in front of me, checking over our gear and on my shoulder was a very disgruntled bug. "Pixal, will you stop being so grumpy?"
"How can I not be!? My race only loves one thing! And that is making honey. Why do I need to go out to some scary place where I will be of no use!?" Pixal was very cranky at this time.
"Pixal, if you want to go back in a pixie sized coffin, I can make that happen as well." My mother was actually quite scary looking right now. She had a sword in her hand, and her eyes were narrowed to the point that I could even feel a bit of killing intent coming off her.
"Hiih! Ooh, how wonderful it is to take a break from my daily task of making honey. Hahahaha!" Pixal was too weak! She always gave in so quickly!
"Alright, Mother, don't scare the bug. She is just a bug after all." I said while poking the bug on my shoulder.
