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The old warlord of the Flying Rhino warband, a tall and muscular cyclops, sat on his throne in the old and ruined Prineman City, bored and barely managing to keep his one eye open. The cause of his boredom was his human advisor, talking about shipments and logistical mistakes. "...and unfortunately we did not receive granite but two hundred thousand tonnes of cookie dough and frosting. This is a major setback to our plans because..." The cyclops warlord yawned. He had stopped paying attention half an hour ago, and wasn't in the mood to pretend any longer. "It's fine. Go ahead with the plan, let me know when we're ready to attack." He waved the human away. "But..." the advisor stammered, to which the cyclops frowned and growled. "That was not a request." And with that the advisor bowed and scurried away as the cyclops finally got to have some shuteye.
***
Later...
Elsewhere, not far from a mansion in the woods, an earthquake split the ground. An immense green shape rose up from the ground, and out of the clouds of dirt. It was Clere. Having finished off the remaining pudding in the caverns, she was now too large to pass through any normal exit - the only way out was up. Several hundred feet long, and so bloated her belly nearly touched the ground, she ponderously climbed out of the hole, leaving deep pawprints and a chasm where her fat tail flattened everything it was dragged over. The three of us had exited the caverns a few minutes earlier, so we wouldn't get buried when she burst her way up. Izumi and Jonas weren't looking too happy with the damage Clere's emergence had caused.
"I don't think we're getting paid for this, guys." Izumi looked at the hole, sadly. "The place is a worse mess than when we arrived." Jonas shrugged. "Yeah, we don't need to bother reporting back. But at least we're not going to jail for this. After all, where would they put Clere?" Clere herself didn't speak, she merely stood there, a low rumble accompanying her breathing. It took us a few minutes to agree on a course of action, which was... simply walking away and leaving the city alone for a while. We got to ride on Clere's head, that was entertaining, if slippery.
A few hours later (and more than a few trees, Clere kept eating them in passing) we encountered a peasant on the road by a lake. The man came running from the opposite direction, panting and sweating. He froze in his tracks when he saw us - when he saw Clere, really - and we got a chance to talk to him. "Good day, dear sir, what seems to be the problem." Izumi slid off Clere's head, followed by Jonas and myself. The man blinked, staring up at Clere's giant green head. "There's... it's terrible. Golems are attacking the villages, they're taking everything!" All we got out of him after that was gibberish but we got the gist of it. Since going through the water was a shortcut, we climbed back onto Clere's head and she waded into the lake.
A few minutes later Clere emerged from the lake, making landfall on a rocky area not far from one of the villages. What we saw surprised us. Instead of intimidating golems and related warmachines, we saw... human-sized gingerbreadmen. There were only a few out here - presumably there would be more in the village - and they instantly turned and ran, shouting: "Run for your delicious lives!"

Description
The old warlord of the Flying Rhino warband, a tall and muscular cyclops, sat on his throne in the old and ruined Prineman City, bored and barely managing to keep his one eye open. The cause of his boredom was his human advisor, talking about shipments and logistical mistakes. "...and unfortunately we did not receive granite but two hundred thousand tonnes of cookie dough and frosting. This is a major setback to our plans because..." The cyclops warlord yawned. He had stopped paying attention half an hour ago, and wasn't in the mood to pretend any longer. "It's fine. Go ahead with the plan, let me know when we're ready to attack." He waved the human away. "But..." the advisor stammered, to which the cyclops frowned and growled. "That was not a request." And with that the advisor bowed and scurried away as the cyclops finally got to have some shuteye.
***
Later...
Elsewhere, not far from a mansion in the woods, an earthquake split the ground. An immense green shape rose up from the ground, and out of the clouds of dirt. It was Clere. Having finished off the remaining pudding in the caverns, she was now too large to pass through any normal exit - the only way out was up. Several hundred feet long, and so bloated her belly nearly touched the ground, she ponderously climbed out of the hole, leaving deep pawprints and a chasm where her fat tail flattened everything it was dragged over. The three of us had exited the caverns a few minutes earlier, so we wouldn't get buried when she burst her way up. Izumi and Jonas weren't looking too happy with the damage Clere's emergence had caused.
"I don't think we're getting paid for this, guys." Izumi looked at the hole, sadly. "The place is a worse mess than when we arrived." Jonas shrugged. "Yeah, we don't need to bother reporting back. But at least we're not going to jail for this. After all, where would they put Clere?" Clere herself didn't speak, she merely stood there, a low rumble accompanying her breathing. It took us a few minutes to agree on a course of action, which was... simply walking away and leaving the city alone for a while. We got to ride on Clere's head, that was entertaining, if slippery.
A few hours later (and more than a few trees, Clere kept eating them in passing) we encountered a peasant on the road by a lake. The man came running from the opposite direction, panting and sweating. He froze in his tracks when he saw us - when he saw Clere, really - and we got a chance to talk to him. "Good day, dear sir, what seems to be the problem." Izumi slid off Clere's head, followed by Jonas and myself. The man blinked, staring up at Clere's giant green head. "There's... it's terrible. Golems are attacking the villages, they're taking everything!" All we got out of him after that was gibberish but we got the gist of it. Since going through the water was a shortcut, we climbed back onto Clere's head and she waded into the lake.
A few minutes later Clere emerged from the lake, making landfall on a rocky area not far from one of the villages. What we saw surprised us. Instead of intimidating golems and related warmachines, we saw... human-sized gingerbreadmen. There were only a few out here - presumably there would be more in the village - and they instantly turned and ran, shouting: "Run for your delicious lives!"