"If the Howler is intent on assaulting our home, then we shall surely defend it." Sir Ubert says with confidence after you explained all you'd seen in the domain of the Magnificent Howler.
Scribbler shrugs, "Two Awake against one newbie. Should be easy, right, Ben-nee?" He has a small artists' sketchpad on his lap as he sits on a wax-covered chair.
The Wax King on his throne seems troubled, "Benjamin, what is it about this girl? The Howler's well aware of the strengths of this place, of the people within it. Why would he do this? Is she that powerful?"
There are a dozen smothered folk bringing waiting on you four, bringing food and drink.
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I look at Scribbler. "Don't take this lightly, Scribbler. He may not be Mother When, but he's coming for us, here. And we don't know much about what Amanda can do for him."
A thought occurs to me, a question that's come up repeatedly. "Your Majesty, before things go further, may I have a moment alone with you? I have a question that's apparently important."
"What is it, Benjamin?" the Wax King asks with concern. He's leaning forward on the arms of his throne, giving you his full and undivided attention.
In fact, if anything, he seems like he might be complimenting you.
When he reaches you, he puts out a waxy smooth hand to touch your arm, "Perhaps you could seek information at the Bazaar when it comes again? If we have that much time, at least. I assume the attack is imminent since he is so brazen?"