“Yes, Prime Minister,” the Elf responded politely, “I have noticed the crop results. They’re better than I expected in the circumstances. I hadn’t realised your people had put so much productive effort into developing dryland cereal strains.”
“We know you can control the weather, did you cause the drought?” The Prime Minister was cutting straight to the point while avoiding mentioning that the Elf had used that power to take over the country’s biggest city.
“No, I didn’t.” The Elf sighed, ruffling some of the white fur trimming on his otherwise blue clothing. “The drought is a symptom of the problem I’m trying to solve. You should find that the areas surrounding the city had near normal rainfall, but of course those aren’t cereal growing areas.”
“True,” agreed the Prime Minister before moving on to the next item on the list. “What can you tell me about the activities of your people in the South Pacific with that sea creature?”
The Elf looked quizzically at the elected official. “Do you mean the ice elves and the frost giants recapturing Slivvas? We share an elemental affinity but they don’t work for me. Slivvas was a danger to shipping and coastal settlements, it needed to be reconfined.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t kill it,” commented the Prime Minister.
“Sea serpents are very hard to kill,” the Elf explained. “You need a weapon unique to each one and you just can’t get the right metal these days. Besides, if you get it wrong, new serpents generate from the spilt blood and sundered flesh.”
The Prime Minister blanched. “Then I won’t offer the Navy’s firepower if this one or another one gets loose again.”