Mentally, he still shudders at the horrible shade of red that seemed to be the Virindi’s favorite color. Trembling violently, Hea Mrtuk approaches the
floating figure and comes to an approximation of attention. “I – I – I was s-s-sent here to report our progress to m’lord.”
“Stop slithering your words like one of those foolish snake people,” Aerbax commands. “Give me the knowledge I require of you.” To reinforce his point, the Virindi causes his sickles to fly forward and rotate around the youth’s neck.