“Quiet, I’m speaking,” the first mouth chided.
“Well, Agara hates you and that means the rest will follow.”
“They all hate you!” the second mouth shouted cheerfully. But tell me, World Tree, what is it that you wish from me?” “You know my rites,” Glym said, her eyes never leaving the gems. At the same time, as the second mouth was cheering and speaking praises for the gifts, the first mouth opened again. She clapped her hands together, her curly brown hair shaking back and forth as she grabbed the boxes and opened them. “Oooh, for me!” her second mouth said with a squeal of delight. Using servants to bear the gifts was another custom she had taught, showing that I myself was one of power and status. This was the custom that Glym had taught her merchants to follow when meeting anyone of power and status.
“And offer you these gifts.” A few goblins who had been lying around the tribute pile, waiting for my orders, were quick to scurry up to her, bearing small chests made of precious rubies and diamonds. “I am thankful that you have come to speak with me,” I said.
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