Spy Check!

Random other visitors to what was increasingly becoming my little corner were not uncommon. After all, while I may have been on the outskirts of the encampment, it was still a fairly full little settlement of several thousand people, and there were still parts of it reasonably close by. Probably could have picked up a rock and thrown it at a place where some of the horses were being kept,for the most clear example.

It surely didn't help that bored people spread rumors-and I'm sure that there was probably a good deal of random on goers coming to see the freak show. Of course, lacking really much to do, especially with how much of it was kept in a subterranean system where most of them couldn't see squat even if they did head down, meant they didn't usually stick around much. Maybe feast their eyes on me at 'work', watch the kobolds with their various going-ons, get bored and wander off after a bit.

In any case, it made me not think to much of it when people wandered by. However, with my growing sense of unease, I decided to pay a bit more attention-which caused me to finally settle the feeling. There was one face that seemed to be recurring visitor. I might have just written her off as a fellow teratophile, where it not for a very particular set of actions I notice she would do. Walk up to one of my minions, place a hand on them. Both she and them would just seem to practically freeze a few moments, and then they'd go about about like nothing happened at all.

A closer glance revealed exactly what I suspected: Psion (Telepath) class. Just as I had Arete to try and find something, she had apparently been sent to find information from the most direct source: the mind of the people itself. Most of the minions only knew that they were told to do things, and I normally made little effort to justify diddly, so I wasn't worried she'd get anything unless she got a read from me. Still, if she had been doing likewise to others outside my sphere, could have something important in that noggin. Couldn't afford her reporting back. So I focus my attentions on her, waiting for an opportune moment.

What happened next was natural. Eventually, she brushed up against one of the leaders among my troops-who I'd taken to identifying by embedding a Seed of Corruption into their shoulder, creating almost a kind of armband of roots under the skin on their upper arm. With their closer experience, it was only natural that she attempted to try me next-albeit, she seemed to approach me with trepidation, even as I pretended to make no notice of her-thankfully, the kind of task made easier without eyes to show where I look. As she places her palm on part of my mass, I respond quickly as I can, wrapping around her ankles to hoist her up, letting her dangle upside down as I start to interrogate. "Ah, good. Now, I believe we both have questions for each other." I introduce as panic seems to spread across her face.