Slowly the Matriarch rises from her throne and the whole room seems to hold its breath. Somehow you know she rarely ever does that. Involuntarily, you take a step back. As her spores whirl through the room you slowly realize that you cannot control your bodies any longer. She is making you take step after step backward toward where you know the platform ends. Beyond it is nothing but empty air and a very long way down.

The 'puppet' speaks again, "Before you open those ever-hungry mouths, remember that you are at my mercy here, Treekillers. My people have already suffered enough of your lies!"

With only your mouth still your own, you begin to tell her of the plague. You get the impression she is looking for something in your words. You know that what you say next may decide your fate.