"I think the Ambassador is drunk," Ceu whispered. "He's acting very odd. When I tried to shake his hand, he just sat there, arms limp."
Bosiz glanced over at the mustached man by the punch bowl. The Ambassador was splashing one hand vaguely on the surface of the pinkish liquid, apparently watching the ripples.
"That's not the Sapiri Ambassador," Bosiz said. She pointed to the tiny gray nodules that ringed the man's head. "Those are."
"You mean...?" Ceu swallowed and rubbed his palms on his pants.
"The Sapiri are a parasitic fungus." Bosiz smirked. "You'll want to wash your hands."
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