"Technically... you are my ...offspring, and we and our descendants were created to serve the will of Daragon by his judicial appeal to the djinni noble Hulallo, and I can confidently say that from the time I spent with our creator he would regard you as worthy individuals rather than mere tools, but as our 'father' is either dead, captured, or uninterested in us at the moment I suggest this would be the best way to recover the good hierophant, ensure our continued thriving, and free the good people of Elisir Vale.
As to where to begin?
I understand it the Red Hand has divided it's rule into districts under the supervision of local captains who in turn answer to regional lords who then answer to the overlords or generals. Our compound has managed to avoid attention thanks in part thanks to magic, a carefully managed buffer of wild monsters, and the inside knowledge of our very own captain Krusk Kravax."
While talking Proteus scoops up the dripping brain, expertly cradling the slippery insubstantial form, before gingerly walking across the room slipping it back into an empty green tank. "But Castle Edinstvo lies in something of a no man's land between two districts - one to the north and one to the south - and the restless captains have been pushing further and further into our territory in order to gain a strategic advantage over the other. Captain Kravax may have more information, but as I understand it the district to our north is more heavily fortified and the district to our south has been probing more aggressively to gain a foothold here. I suggest that you choose one and go from there."
"Ah..." Proteon exclaims as your hear a series of clicks coming from the east side of the room. A familiar gushing sound brings with it a sense of deja-vu as another goo-covered form plops out onto the floor. "This one took a little longer than I thought." He observes.
As if waiting for a moment to pounce the wash ladies are upon him, and as they are finishing their work a smartly dressed, slim, large-nosed humanoid strides into the room with a train of helpers and a cart loaded with apparel. "Setslom Twips at your service. I have prepared a selection of raiment in accordance with the finest taste. Please select according to your inclinations and let me know if anything requires alteration."
While the good tailor is working with you. A large orange-skinned humanoid in a greasy apron rolls in a cart laden with exotic foods. "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you, tonight. We invite you to relax and pull up a chair as the dining staff proudly presents your dinner..."
This would be a good time to further describe your appearance, preferred food, and make something of an introduction.
