Adds more to kral omig

kral-calls-mountberg.txt

@@ -138,4 +138,61 @@ Kral stepped through.
 ―Is this dwarf magic?
 	I mean, dwarrow magic?
 
-―
+―Of a sort, yes.
+	Anyway, I'm here to ask if you would be willing to stop going back and forth through the door.
+	I did a bit of a sloppy job throwing it together, and I don't want to risk any damage to space.
+	If you want out, just hang tight and we'll get Chief to take you on a tour or something.
+	Or just let your leaders know.
+	There's an attendant hanging out with them who can take you wherever you'd like.
+
+―Sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble for you, I was just exploring.
+
+―No problem, honestly I just didn't want Kab finding out how sloppy I was setting the guest area up.
+	Was napping, and I was still pretty tired.
+	Not a good state to create a loop in.
+	So if you don't mind, don't tell Kab or Chief about that, please?
+
+She gave Kral a hopeful smile here.
+When he nodded back, she seemed to relax.
+
+―Sweet, thanks.
+	What was your name, by the way?
+	I'm Omig.
+
+Kral snapped to attention.
+―Sergeant Kralvin of the Galvarelli Presidential Guard.
+
+―Good to meet you, Kral.
+	Anyway, I'm off.
+	Let me know if you need anything else.
+
+Kral felt an odd pulling sensation.
+The Meadowlark seemed to be willing him onwards, pointing out an opportunity.
+
+―Actually, if you don't mind, I did have one question.
+	I was trying to talk more with the guard at the entrance, but he didn't seem to speak the Open Tongue much.
+
+―Yeah, that's Jod. Not big on languages.
+
+―So, we're here because of issues with the Hierarchy.
+	We wanted to ask Mountberg for help.
+	Do you know what your leader would say about that?
+
+―Well, Mountberg haven't been very responsive lately.
+	Probably something Chief should be here to talk about.
+	But to be honest, Chief would be asking me to send them a message anyway.
+	Want me to just go ahead and send them a quick request for an audience?
+
+―Yes, if you'd like.
+	And if it wouldn't get you in trouble.
+	I figure hopefully Chief wouldn't mind you saving him the trouble.
+
+Omig nodded.
+
+―I like you, Sergeant Kralvin of the Galvarelli Presidential Guard.
+	If you weren't twenty feet tall...
+	And remember, try not to go to the door at the end of the hall too much.
+
+Omig left through the door in Kral's room.
+Kral waited a moment, and poked his head out the door.
+It was the same corridor that he would have originally expected.