>>5570252>Rolled 15 (1d20)“I don’t presume you’re stuck out in this bitter cold of your own volition?” You kneel before the invalid, now eye-level with him. You cast a glance to the litter that litters the base of the walls. “Those cultists have thrown you out the same as they do their bent nails. What loyalty do you owe them now? No, if anything, you must resent them. Place your faith in me and I’ll make them know this cold just as you do.”
“..Hrmph.” The crestfallen invalid glares at you. “So you plan to wage some kind of holy war? Bah!--don’t presume yourself unique. You’re just one of countless parasites that teem in that village. But if you’re mad enough to try to usurp the OCCULTIC ORDER alone–.. then I suppose it matters little what I mutter to some hysterical lunatic.”
You feel as if he’s a little more open to questions, even if not quite in the way you had sought for.
>What does he know about the cult? What they plan to do?>The curse he mentioned–was it on him, or the village as a whole? What’s going on?>He mentioned other “parasites” in the village?>How would he like to join a cult? A very good one that would put his big pitchfork to use?>Write-In. 