The invading army of insects paused, as they looked at the floating fairy up in the air. The Reaving Dread mercenaries looked up at the projection oddly. Just a moment ago, they were killing insects left and right. What were the chances that the other insects would just forget about that and come to enjoy a tavern?
As it turned out, the chances were very good.
"I say, a tavern in the jungle? Really?" said a massive wasp in the purest British accent ever spoken. "I could do with a good drink. All the jungle has to offer is diluted honey and insect guts. Not the most refined of tastes."
"Speak for yourself, Harriot Reginald III," spoke a massive dung beetle, similarly in a posh, british accent. "I find the jungle to have an excellent selection of food. I could use a good scrub though. Not many bathing options in these accursed lands."
A Celestial level mantis approached the castle walls faster than any of them could process, and looked down at Leonidas curiously.
