Oh. Did they leave to make a complaint? How typical.
"You" suppose you should fill in temporarily for their duties. You're QUITE GOOD at that, if you do say so yourself.
You are Narine Hieldr. Of course, you already gave your name earlier, but it seems one of your poetic and stuffy audience members likes listening to themselves more than you. You are simply a humble Rustblood trying to have a little fun and enjoy this PREDICTABLE and CONFINED hive whilst you're TRAPPED within it.
A strained, slow wheezing echoes through the unlit chamber. "THEY" notice their guests.
You should probably explain for them. It seems your new guide hasn't been briefed very well, which doesn't surprise you. They never are.
This is a custodian, or lusus, if your new guide is more familiar with that term. They're… NOT ACTUALLY YOURS. They were FORCED UPON you, and you've been trying to care for them since. It hasn't been easy.
They still don't seem to like your SCENT so you must never actually step into this room or they will immediately engage in DANGEROUSLY HOSTILE STRIFE with you.
You've been keeping them in this dark room for now, which seems to keep them calm and peaceful for the most part. They seem very FOND OF THE DARK, at least according to your distant observations of them.
This is where you usually keep a change of clothes and other accessories. It's a little cramped, sure, but it gets the job done for the most part. You'd rather have a tiny room than one big enough for THE THING ABOVE to get into anyway.