The hawk-faced, black-haired Lord Maestri eats slowly and steadily - more a constant stream of nibbles -  though the man's long and rather tedious speech, ice-blue eyes impassive as they regard the bureaucrat. When Espin is finally done talking, he keeps right on eating; after all, this does nothing to impede his ability to participate in conversation. Even among those who would come closest to being his equals in this harsh land, they have heard him speak out loud perhaps half a dozen times in total, though well-familiar with the cold and expressionless 'sound' of his telepathic voice, currently broadcast to everyone else in attendance.<br/><br/><You should be more precise with your terminology - any number of lesser beings could be referred to accurately as vermin, though I take assumption that you refer to those of many legs, chitinous bodies, and absent mind? Regardless, they are beneath notice, fit only to be squashed at our leisure.><br/><br/><This giant and its lackies, though - they sound to be easy foes. Strong of body, fragile of thought - and with the proper methods of persuasion, they can be turned against our other problems.>