“Chrysalis’ leg-holes,” he cursed under his breath. “Really, Private Aphid? Should I just demote you, assign you as a drone, and just have you placed in his harem-turned-changeling-massage-parlour to save myself some trouble? At least Private Burrow is still capable of preforming basic guard duty when Mr Growls is around.” Pillar made a show of sitting down near the entrance, no mind paid to the cold. “The scholars have requested a meeting with Mr Growls. Burrow is still asleep, so you can be his escort. Get going.”