“You may refer to me as Ambassador, unworthy though I am of the title,” the Consu said. “I am a criminal, having disgraced myself in battle on Pahnshu, and therefore am made to speak to you in your tongue. For this shame I crave death and a term of just punishment before my rebirth. It is my hope that as a result of these proceedings I will be viewed as somewhat less unworthy, and will thus be released to death. It is why I soil myself by speaking to you.” “It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said.
