>>5288511>>5288485>>5288482>>5288473>>5288469>>5288465>>5288463>Demand to know what she’s doing.>Bring up how you met her mother“What business, exactly, do you have with the lich?” You ask rather bluntly, your breath still cut short after the hike up. “And.. you ought to know that we ran into your mother on the way here. We–”
“I know who you ran into. I’ve been following along after you for the last few blocks, after all. I ought to thank you for taking care of my brother–he was rather troublesome for me, too.” Ingrid drums her fingers against the marble. “And that was not my mother you met. Just a ghost.”
“You didn’t answer his question. What business do you have with me?” The lich sighs, face still dull and apathetic. “I have a date on the line here, y’know.”
“I’ll make this quick. Let you get to your little tête-à-tête.” Ingrid reaches into her neckline–from which you avert your eyes–and pulls out a familiar brass pocket watch. It looks as if she’s fixed it up, polished the face and turned back the hands. It still gleams with a strange, ethereal aureole. “I offer this in trade. Grant my wishes.”
“Oh?” The lich raises a brow and leans in. “..What is it you want for that, then?”
“I want you to restore all my memories–make it such that I never lose them again.” Ingrid’s tone is resolute. “I want you to take Morne’s memories of the idea of ‘true immortality.’ And I want you to take Ava's memories of our father.”
>Let her proceed.>Ask if you might get in on a double date for the pocket watch.>Protest to her wishes. That was your pocket watch, after all.>Write-In. 