Dexen flinches a bit. 'I'm sure you do?'

'Good. Because although I might look good enough to eat, I'm really not.'

'I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably sitting in boxes, or climbing trees, or getting mesmerised by fish tanks'

'Where are your delegates, anyway?'

'There we go. Both sides willing to negotiate, but far too busy doing their own things. That's cats and chaotics though, isn't it? A negotiation between a Cult of Lawfulness and a Cult of Dogs would go much more smoothly'

'Still, I'm sure these negotiations will be a success. It is my belief that cat loaves and chaos have much in common, though they be sworn enemies'

You hear “is this the spot?” as a half elf clad in leather armor walks towards you *where is this meeting set?*. 

'What do you think?'

“Oh, Dexin, you’re here? Then that must be… a chaos cultist”

'I know, right. So far all the other Chaos cultists haven't showed up. Probably busy making sacrifices.'

“Ooh, a king, fancy. My name is Xic, and I am a warlock of the Catloaf god.”

'Good to see you again, Xic.'

“Yeah, you too. When is this meeting going to start?”

'Not sure, you're higher in the Cat Loaf Cult than me?'