>>6070641>>6070713https://files.catbox.moe/u9ltf3.mp3You regarded the axe and the door, weighting whether to use it to jam the wooden frame. You chose to keep the axe, not because you were anticipating a battle with the Grub Hag, but because of how suspicious it would even look. You reached the end of the damp steps, your boots scuffing over the traces of the absent barrels as you approached the obvious presence. Stopping at the makeshift cask-turned-table, you brought your gauntlet’s fingers to hover above the cracked wood.
The senior, yet still distinctively feminine figure shifted, the hood settling back against her head. In the candled flame, her inky black skin gleamed, with her protruding hair formed out of long black tendrils. She lifted a hand above the orb, then exhaled, spiralling striation branching across her spidery fingers, her nails murky and sludgy-wet. Drawing on her herbal blend, she raised a weary eye amid the uneasy quietness.
“That was quick,” she said, her voice measured yet worn, firm yet raspy. “They said there was an invasion. A human.”
You gravelled your voice, pushing your throat into the metal collar. “Yes, they did,” you said. “Can I get a prophesy?”
She rubbed the pipe bowl against the tangled forelocks. “What is there to foresee? Tomorrow will mirror today for you, as it always does …” she said, sweeping her hand over the orb without sparing it a glance. Abruptly, her hand quivered.
“What? What did you see?”
She looked at you, her sullen eye nearly translucent. Taking another whiff, she shook her head, and tried once more.
And again, she froze, gripping the orb as if it were the skull of a loathed enemy. “Twice, I cannot be mistaking.”
“Huh?” you said, playing along. “Will I break my leg? Or lose out on my promotion?”
“Worse,” she said, her oily lips parting to unveil a double row of sharp, needle-like teeth. “You will be captured, beaten, and dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. You should not have come here.”
You gnawed your lip in frustration. “Is that all I’m going to get from you?” you asked, your voice raising like steaming pot.
“I only describe the visible,” she said. “The more I push, the more it muddles and clouds. Perhaps, ask a different time.”
> Wield the axe to shatter the divination orb, smashing it into pieces.> Tell her you are here only to convince Miranna that you aren’t the hero. Ask her to assure you that you are not.> Recall to Grub Hag what you remember of Miranna’s words, and request to hear more details on the real prophesy. > Threaten the Grub Hag with the axe, demanding she provides more useful information on the prophesy.> Insist that the Grub Hag reassess her prophesy and convinces the Demon King that she made a mistake.> [Write In] 