The king of Mjilikae was expecting the host in the same way someone might expect the last standing room of their house to finally succumb to rot. The muscular, dark-skinned man - clearly once visually imposing, a beast even in his human form - sat slumped in his throne, hunched over himself. Tomavaan Enturci - the 'hive king' of Mjilikae - had lost his hive and will to lead. As the doors swung open, ice creeping into the room, Tomavaan's eyes rushed to the face of the host - but only his eyes, his head lacking the motivation to move.
"Get up," Olaichtyn and his host speak at once through her mouth. The king, unblinking, stays where he is.
The host storms up to the sullen king, chunks of frost falling off of her body as she moves. The foot of ice that caked onto her through her time in the castle makes her appear larger than she is, like a wild animal bristling its fur. She grabs the man by his neck and raises him, and for a moment all he sees is bear and teeth and horns.
"Do you have a fucking boat?" The demon and host spit, Olaichtyn's voice fading out at the curse.
"I own the largest in Aerthis," Tomavaan's head shakes with incredulity. "This was all for a ship?"
The host puts him down slowly, staring the king down as she restrains his hands behind his back. "This was all for your head. Move."