Crom's face lit up. Taking an interest in his dames and his beetle was a surefire way to his heart, and this man had just stumbled into it. Crom gestured to his mantle. He could feel them getting comfortable within it, pressing close to his skin for warmth. Their tiny claws pricked his skin.

"They're all very cold, so I can't introduce you properly! But with me I have Anthracite, Rafflesia, Virosa, and Fungal Disposition. Joining them is my very large and strong lad, Ganache."

He smoothed the mantle down, making the moss and the ferns shake. The mushrooms under it moved slightly out of time with them, as he gently nudged the mycellium along with some message from his own. He wanted to keep his little passengers as comfortable as possible.

"The rest of us are still Crom."