Alexa seizes the tentacle and pumps it enthusiastically. "Finally, somebody who understands proper civility! A pleasure, to be sure. I am Alexa, born of the Warsage."

Although, she thinks as she keeps the bright smile fixed on her face, the bars and lack of a proper desk do somewhat detract from the office-ness of this office. And there's very little 

"And I, too, hope that you can help me. I am given to understand that you are capable of moving the Eater of Worlds, even in its current state. If it pleases you, I would have your assistance in navigating the paperwork and bureaucracy that no doubt accomplishes such a gargantuan task."

Gah. This is weird. Normally, it would be child's play to find the levers on a petty bureaucrat--pride, envy, the odd murdering of an annoying superordinate--but there are so many levers at play here that it's hard to find one to focus on. And, if she's being honest, the tentacles waving around are--gmfhp. Yes. Distracting. That might be more the issue. 

[Alexa's dice strike again: 4 on Speak Softly.
-What do they want, and how could I help them get it?
-What can they tell me about moving the Eater of Worlds?
-What should I be wary of when dealing with them?]