Obelix seemed agreeable enough, but Illerion had slunk over and whispered something to three of them.
"This is pretty strange. Stay alert, Obelix is the spawn of Primordial Chaos, he doesn't leave his own domain without good reason."
"Primordial chaos?..." Klaire muttered to herself. "...Excuse me Obelix, have you come because I received a wedding gift from Primordial Chaos?"
"No, whilst I'm not at odds with them, we haven't spoken in centuries. I'm here as the patron of slimes, which I understand Carl to have elevated."
"I don't want to come across as brash, but I want to make it clear we're protective parents." Klaire said, with a tone both polite and warning.
"Never fear, I was merely curious if we could meet at some point. I sense him at first, but then something happened and this "Squidge" was completely disconnected from me."
