"Watch your tongue, human!" Ublaith exclaimed. He also sat at the same round table. Krassazh was beside him.
The supreme leader was calmer. "It is not easy to alter the habit that comes from millennia of conditioning. My people feel more comfortable living underground. I'm not going to force them to do otherwise just for the sake of my pride. When they are ready to live under the sun, they will do so naturally."
"Not for your pride?" Amon chuckled. "Is that why there is no throne in this so-called throne room?"
"That is what you called this room. We never do. This is our main conference room, where we discuss important matters."
"I see, but I believe you are still the one who makes the decision for all the Hyanids?"
"Is that why you visit?" Krassazh asked. "You want me to decide on something that involves my people? Our deal is done, Amon. We don't need to like each other or collaborate. So long as your people leave us alone and don't bother us, we won't have any trouble."
