"I am delighted to hear it," she says genuinely, smiling wide and toothy. After a brief moment, she rises up on her chitinous legs and motions to one of the guards at the doorway, sending him out of the room with a gesture. When he returns, he's carrying a finely-crafted knife made of black obsidian with a polished stone handle, sharp as anything, which he presents on his palms to Sylvia. "Here. Have this as a memento, and an example to show those in your city we may deal with next, that they can see the quality of our obsidian."

The hand gesture is almost queenly as she settles back down in an easy crouch. "That is intriguing, however. To show up here and become something else... I can only imagine it is an adjustment for all of you."