Living Treasury
The treasury of the Mandate, and the reason no one has ever robbed it. In a tall, cool, windowless vault under the Mandible Precinct hang the repletes: honeypot ants chosen for the elasticity of their gasters and fed nectar until they swell into translucent amber globes a metre across, each as large as a calf curled asleep. They hang from the ceiling in their hundreds, clinging by their legs, glowing softly where the lamps catch them, and stay there for years, giving back a drop at a time when t...
Located in The Chitinous Mandate.